The Living End
A Poem by K. Brendi Poppel
I am finished for today
Another rainbow come my way
Another beauty, another song
Another dance… it won’t be long…
A withered leaf falls from the tree
An nourishes the land for thee
A blossom fills and bursts her cup
A fragrant rose to lift us up.
For death to living we all become
and once our song is sung
We grow again, and laugh and die
Til dewdrops fall from in the sky.
They sparkle-shimmer, nourish us
And from the earth we all do grow
with outstretched hands does know
The song of seasons, the way of man
And that is how it all began.
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