Sonnet: All Earthly Events End

All storms of Life abate someway, some day; All things do have their acme and nadir; All winding paths must straighten up some way; All hives will settle down although you stir. All scattered clouds must merge or disappear; All turbulence must settle with more time; All chaos vanishes to reappear; Life has its changing seasons, not one clime. All hills must have their slopes and peaks and vales; All rivers drain into the ocean, sea; All life must go on despite winds and gales; All trees must wither, die like you and me. This is the rule of life for centuries; There is an end for woes and luxuries.