Death Is My Friend And Yet
When a river in sea subsides,
Alive unto sea it still lives,
So does life, to death when abides,
Departing, birth to new life gives.
On giving birth to a new life,
Udders flush with milk, ma cow
Turns to newly born calf in love,
Death too is with milk of life rife.
Drops of rain, a great life giver,
Friday, November 29, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: death