Watching as evening overcomes the sun
Greater than what has come before
Tomorrow is everything unknown since
Power of forever an hour
Time in time’s hands and ever merciful
Give answers to the sufferer’s hunger
Make the means available great hallow
Just as every flower has been given
To altars for the tragic mistaken,
The earth under the passions of spring
The pollen in proportionate gift
Then as redemption the day is consigned
For seasonal oblivion to live on
Destruction for beauty to overcome