The End
The sun shines
As the moon beams,
Flowers bloom on ground to cover
While the birds fly high and hover,
Tranquil is the running brook
Through a forest of trees,
Serene is the snowfall
Atop a mountain high,
As a butterfly floats
Across a rolling meadow,
A summer night's breeze
Warms two beating hearts,
Silent prayer calms the soul
As a peace instills to heal,
As baby lies in wait
A beat to a mother's womb,
In the end you realize,
That all is born for demise....
Copyright © Stephen Mark Hluchnik | Year Posted 2010
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