Poem of Movement
All things move, even things that lie there unbreathing.
The sky that is flashing, with clouds floating around.
The trees that are slightly hitched to the warm glowing ball of gas.
With the earth slowly revolving around it.
Movement can be smaller than a cell
Or a larger distance from the diameter of the milky way
It is in everything from gas in a can to water in a pipe
Even Good and Evil are moving, taking the body one or another
Movement comes from power, nature, or God’s mighty hand
How it will be one of the things be here forever
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