When a flower dies
New fruits may come.
When a bee dies
Its work is done.
When the grass dies
And sinks in the ground
It feeds the soil
Where new seeds are found.
When day breaks
It replaces the night
When the day wakes
And the birds all take flight
When we awake
And eyes open wide
We must do what it takes
even go with the tide.
As weeks pass us by
And we take on each day
As each month ends
And we keep finding ways
As the years end
and we keep growing older
while our bones may be brittle
we’ve become far bolder.
As night falls
And darkness prevails
As our lives end
We prepare for the veil
But the cycle goes on
our being is not done
It’s just one life story
Off the loom, it is spun.
Like
Share
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.