The Cycle

There exists nothing new neath the rays of the sun, there's perdition, and hate, senseless violence and pain. It's a cycle recurring, its a system well run, and with each passing age man is seemingly undone. Yet forget not dear friend, though the cycle is run; life ardent with vigor will never succumb. It's zeal strong and vibrant, like the sun through the rain, is fueled with the passion of hope, love and faith. For love conquers all as the poets do say, and hope is the means by which miracles take place. Faith is the substance, and root of dear hope, making beautiful all things by which man can cope. Take courage dear friend in commanding each day with faith hope and love that the cycle might break.