a poem to end revels with no end at all = an end of ending

Revels re-revealed

For just a few short seasons of mundanity
Our village will disperse and disappear
But this will not result in dire calamity
For what was once belov’d is ever dear.

We celebrate the circle, not the silly line.
As fire stays the same the while it burns,
And each year’s summer’s air is warm and feels divine,
So time stops (in a sense) as time returns.

Here is a law of paradox on our dear earth:
All things that come around remain the same!
Of course there is an otherness in their rebirth
And every play and player must stake claim.

A spring is a spring is a spring as we all know
And Revels will reveal how this is ever so.