Of the Full Sum and the Withering of the Vine

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 ) Syllables Per Line: 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables:280 Total # Words::::200