" Turn , Turn "

Turn , Turn the wheel, Turn around and round , thus without a pause without a sound .

So spends the flying ever spinning world away.

Awe, this clay well mixed, with mar and sand , thus follows the motion of the witches hand ,

for some must follow and some must lead , but the earths cycles are always in command, though 

all are made of Clay!

Turn, Turn..... the wheel , for " All " things must change ,

To something new ? To something strange ? nothing ,

that is, can pause or stay.

Awe, the moon will wax and the moon will wane, 

thus the mist and the clouds will turn to rain .

The skies shell darken , and the sun bring forth its light, 

in the mist of this earths flight. 

" All " life is brief , what now is bud will turn to the leaf and what now is leaf

will soon decay, for all of it yes ... all of it, are made of clay. 

Turn , Turn , Turn .