And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.
I don't believe that the meek will inherit the earth; The meek get ignored and trampled.
Pity the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
I really do not see much use in exalting the humble and meek; they do not remain humble and meek long when they are exalted.
Every corny thing that's said about living with nature - being in harmony with the earth, feeling the cycle of the seasons - happens to be true.
It's going to be fun to watch and see how long the meek can keep the earth once they inherit it.
I'm not meek at all.
We don't grow older, we grow riper.
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.