Tuesday, July 10, 2007


Not withstanding the change in seasons
Below the surface of soil and dust
Seedlings will bear their selves in spring
Sprouting in nature's trust
Many will germinate becoming tall trees
Others will be fragile flowers
Some as corn which yields in the fields
In the life giving springtime showers
Birds that gather straw for their nests
The dam lays her eggs so gently
They turn within their yolks ever so slightly
As skies watch ever so intently
A songbird sings and calls to its mate
Unaware of its own fate
There is no sense of time-they know not age
Or how to sense a storms pending rage
Exposed to the elements fair they may weather
Until their heart beats no more
Death in their eyes beneath the skies
After the children they have bore

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