Death

To dance

To dance

A dance of ecstatic joy,

In the land where death has died,

And

New roses unfurl each morning

In the soil of the soul.

To weave

To weave

An incandescent tapestry,

In the land where death has died,

And

Clothe each form in garments

Spun with dignity and strength.

To sing

To sing

A song of effusive light,

In the land where death has died,

And

With fingers clasped together

Welcome home the night.

To grow

To grow

A garden of thought reclaimed,

In the land where death has died

And

See tendrils reaching eagerly

Toward the universe above.

To speak

To speak

A stanza, a deeply cherished line,

In the land where death has died,

And

Tenderly whisper sweet nothings

Into an inclined ear.

To love

To love

A love that exhales fear,

In the land where death has died,

And

With trembling hands earnestly grasp

The promises of youth.

To learn

To learn

A knowledge drenched in wisdom,

In the land where death has died,

And

Then pass it on while raising up

The generations following.

To live

To live

A life entwined with truth,

In the land where death has died,

And

Have decision mesh with action

While intentions fall in line.

To shout!

To shout!

A cry echoing over the mountains,

In the land where death has died,

And

To know without a doubt

What it is to be alive

In the land where death has died.