The wind
it blows dust around
The sun
it sheds light in our eyes
The wind and the dust
They move together
Touch the dust and the wind
It changes direction
Touch the wind
and the dust
it divides parts and settles anew
The wind and the dust
They move together always in the dark
Of god..?
He is the sun
The wind
The force
That powers our mills
That fires our furnaces
Lights our lights
Feeds our fields
Leads our courses
Of god
Of god...?
He blows the dust around
Be it either
Man or beast
Light or dark
To challange the world to last forever
God....?
He does not play dice with the wind
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