A Poem to
To Zanarkand
We have no say in season's come and go
No power over moon's to and fro
Nor can we decide which way the wind will blow
Sun rises we can't make them come down low
Night will always follow dawn and day at last
Time is ever taking we can't make it past
Sadness suffers slowly and laughter ceizes fast
Souls musn't linger but forever rest