One for Samhain

The earth's great water wheel

Turns on at its own pace.
We push so hard,

But cannot move it faster.
Nor, when we pull,
Will it slow down.
Today, our old ones watch,
And feel for us;
That we've not learned the lesson.
We are such tiny,
Short-lived, specs of air.
Our strivings come to nothing.
The great wheel turns
In its own time.
It washes all away
So all may come again.
And that's the joy of it.