One Last Waltz
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Oh, how I long to drift to my death
Never again draw a CO2 breath
Each of us twirl in a dance all our own
Loosed by the mistrals and heaven-blown
All of our lives we provision The One
Synthesize O2 and light from the sun
Tasting sweet rain whene'er the clouds burst
Wetting our folds for its deep-rooted thirst
And now in the fall, make way for the spring
Let go our branches to dance and to sing
Trading our green for the shades of the sun
Zion awaits when our last dance ... is done.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Acrostic Poem About Fall Or Winter" Poetry Contest, Janice Canerdy, Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2017
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