After Death
Winter is gone,
The snowflakes, melted;
The ice cleared
With bright sun shining above.
The heart, no more cold,
Layers of wool removed;
No more sheets required,
The temperature, not that low.
The sun, no more exciting,
The presence, scorching;
Ironic! the sun is different,
Stroke and Tan,it all has.
Its not even about the sun,
The climate has changed;
The surroundings adaptive
To live Life this way.
The trees,the plants,the flowers,the bees
All the same,always were;
Everybody and Everything is still there,
It's the weather that has changed.
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