Circles and fire

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Around and around the circle goes,

from old grey heads to tiny toes.

Never ending , never broke,

always there as Nature spoke.

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Can't be changed or moved away,

Winter to Winter, day by day.

Man will try with words he spoke,

Time will laugh, it's just a joke.

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When darkness brings but Natures cloak,

burn the fires near trees of Oak.

Moon lit night of Stars so bright,

sings the past of praise and rite.

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Hear the voices far and faint,

never early ,never late.

Drifting on the midnight air,

dancers prance with beauty fair.

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Morning Sunrays start to creep,

o're the sky of purple deep.

Sounds across the distance fade,

gone to rest the rituals laid.

Ramses