The Seven Laborers
Above all, admire Time.
That first, and most eternal Laborer.
Who else can strip youth away like a mask?
Who else could fearlessly work alongside Death?
Who else could sail the universe like a windless zephyr?
No one is immune to its merciless hand.
No one is immune to the reaper’s hand.
It is the faithful companion of Time.
It can blow through your home like an undetected zephyr.
It is the second, and most hateful Laborer,
that lowly wanderer, Death.
It wears both mercy and cruelty as a mask.
Life wears a thousand faces, yet none are a mask.
It caresses all of nature with a gentle hand,
but bows when it must to Death,
And sways to the will of Time.
It is the third, and brightest Laborer,
and brushes the universe with kisses like soft zephyrs.
Sleep travels on night’s zephyr.
It makes gentle commune with Death.
The fourth, and most fickle, yet sweet Laborer.
It touches both mind and body with a heavy hand.
It brings us dreams that escape the logic of Time.
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