A Native American Song as Remembered from my Dreams

The seed is said not to be strong enough But in the catacomb of darkness
 he thrives inside the bosom of Mother earth There are others like him but he is alone He knows there is only one way out of death and that is to live He can feel the warm kisses from his Mother Sun And that encourages him to be strong
The seed sprouts and shoots out to find his Mother Sun
He is happy to finally meet her at last

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 7/25/2016 12:46:00 AM
Timothy, I do like your write. SKAT
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Date: 2/29/2016 6:54:00 PM
truly remarkable ....''there is only one way out of death and that is to live''...this is my fav ! Keep writing!
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Date: 2/27/2016 12:08:00 PM
There is only one way out of death and that is to live..To feel the sun..to earn the strength and carry on..Love the poem ..indeed I do.
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