The Winds of Change (1973)

The Winds of change blow freely
Against the stony crags of tireless resistance.
The crags change slowly, almost unnoticed.
But change they do, and change they must.

What gallant battles these rocks do wage.
They must fight with all their might
For when they change, they are no more.
Fight for your existance you giant boulders
Who keep all within enslaved throughtout the centuries.

The savage winds of freedom
Blow where ere they please.
Aided by the cleansing rains
They wear away the granite faces
Reducing them to sand.

And sand, once freed, travels with the wind
And floats freely with the tides.
Its freedom gained
It moves awhile
Then finally settles down.

But its freedom had its price
As smaller it becomes.
It gathers to it death
and the foul remains of what used to live.
Worms and insects find prey here
leaving foul and smelly excrement.

Then all join hands;
The wind, the rain,
The sand and death.
Each is lonely. Each is free.
Together, joined by common bonds of productivity,
Life springs forth; green and red and blue and orange.

From death comes life.
And life feeds off death.
What lives dies too.
And more life springs from it.

A vicious circle? No!
But a never ending circle of change.
Each new link in the chain
Ends the identity of the old.

But new cannot exist
Without the foundation of the old.
And the winds of change blow freely
Against the stony crags of tireless resistance.