Everything the Power of the World does,
is done in a circle.
The sky is round,
and I have heard that the earth
is round like a ball,
and so are all the stars.
The wind, in its greatest power, whirls.
Birds make their nests in circles,
For theirs is the same religion as ours.
The sun comes forth and
goes down again in a circle.
The moon does the same,
And both are round.
Even the seasons form a great circle
in their changing,
and always come back
again to where they were.
The life of man is a circle
from childhood to childhood,
and so it is in everything
where power moves.
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