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Of The Full Sum And The Withering Of The Vine

As whispering grass across moaning plains
so flows beautiful rays in morn's soft breath
signs, vestiges of mankind's earthen gains
are as time's snowflakes, melting unto death.

0' why does life give mystery to man's plight
crossing the bar and wedding such sad woes
building hurt, fortresses of futile might
paining every which way the ill winds blow.

Colors of hope as petals open wide
flowering meadows, flowing waters clear
splashing waves of bright moonlit midnight tides
remind of life and those we hold most dear.

So race the throngs, seeking forever more
that plenitude of love, life and great wealth
treasure as so sent from fantasy shores
blessings of serenity, lifelong health.

Are we not the same as those ancient born
living reapers of earth's bountiful fruits
birthed and from mother's fullest breast thus torn
a product of our deep family roots?

Earth and sky, wondrous realm, wherein we roam
as vassals unto a world dark and grey
sailing along on a rock we call home
plundering all until our ending days.

As whispering grass across moaning plains
so flows beautiful rays in morn's soft breath
signs, vestiges of mankind's earthen gains
are as time's snowflakes, melting unto death.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-06-2020
Rhyme, ( Philosophy And Judgment Made On Birth And Mortality )

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