By and By
A burned blue flame
one can only try to tame
wild to rise and quick to die
By and by,
A deep green sea
soft, a warm glass of tea
quiet to end and quick to die
By and by,
A dark star sky to claim
never set to any frame
restless to start and quick to die
By and by,
A true bright tree
gather around to see
breeze to fly and quick to die
By and by.
Copyright © Michelle Wantland | Year Posted 2015
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