The Edge of Zion: Poetry

She stood at the edge of Zion,
where the grass was frayed
like eroded hems and
cringed away from the sand

She studied the contrast
of the encroaching desert,
which brought the scorching heat
of Ra's judgment ever closer

Yet it did not strike Her
that the World needed saving;
She felt It simply needed to Be

For all Change occurs in Nature
within its due Season,
irrespective of the plans of Men.

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