Life
Life starts at birth,
then it begins to unfold.
As time passes,
the world shows it's face.
When we think of birth,
we often think of a new born baby.
Life starts at birth,
for all living things.
A pretty flower starts with a simple seed,
birth begins to unfold each petal.
Life comes with many twists and turns,
like a flower garden we too have weeds.
Weeds of thoughts and fears,
weeds of people that need to be pulled.
Life starts at birth,
death ends it for all living things.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2023
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