Flung too high for to be
on an arc too soon to end
dropping back to where it began
casting the spark into the night
flying free through the dark
going as fast as any might
till at last comes to an end
giving all that it is to change
together now moved by it
forming that which is in need
becoming a part of a greater whole
powered by which once had been
from the light of a distant star
change has come to this place
a flower lifts up its golden head
in the light of what once had been