Death's hand layed on the poet's shoulder, he was weak, trembling, sorrowful, and pitiful. But his pen glided across the paper.
All nature blossoms and starts
Sings a song that strikes us still!
Iron rusts, stones erode, wheat is eaten
Flowers flourish, river flows, rain falls.
Never a time can there be
When nothing lives to exist.
Even the deer must cower within the bush
But, night meets day, always that new chance.
Though my night has come, feeling no sorrow
I shall know I lived…
With those words he’d wrote, the poet laid his head on his pillow.
Peace.
About the Creator
Deasun T. Smyth
I’m a First Nations 17 year old young man, probably an old soul (not that there's anything wrong with that). I live in Saskatchewan, and I love reading, writing, conlanging, and collecting sarcastic T-shirts.
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Sleep is such a wonderful thing for sure 🥰👍