Classic Poem

The rain comes,
the worm comes,
the foot comes,
and thus it goes
and thus it goes—
The sun comes,
the rose comes,
the hand comes,
and thus it goes
and thus it goes—
Rose to worm,
hand to foot,
five feet apart,
and thus it goes
and thus it goes—
The wind breathes,
the two return,
dust, to the sky,
and thus it goes
and thus it goes—