Like a leaf on a tree branch
It withers and flies away
Never to regain it's youth
To fall upon the green grass
To be one with nature
Life comes and goes
Like the rising and falling of the tide
Like the rising sun and the setting of the moon
Always turning
Always Dancing
Always seeking comfort
Even though they the polar opposite
A child is born
grows
matures
See's the world changing around thee
and when the world stops turning
the child's days are forever done.
Let us remember the departed
For the souls of the many
are now waiting for the ferryman
To take them across the vast ocean
To Paradise. They go.
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