The song of the living
The song of the living, the song of the dead,
songs sung to celebrate life and death.
I knew a Scotland beauty, she was a rare flower,
pretty as she could be.
The sun caressed and loved her daily,
the gentle rain gave her life blood and strength.
Many came to see her,
she was a shining star in a world of darkness.
They adored her and worship her perfection and her beauty.
Like all flowers, in the Fall.
She would slowly die and many would mourn her death,
but they knew.
The dear rose would bloom in the Spring,
she would bless their world with her kind smile and her gentle voice.
John Castellenas/Coyote
The dear rose would bloom in the Spring, she would bless their world with her kind smile and her gentle voice. beauty, your expressions and desire that it lasts but in vain........ this is life. tony
A thing of beauty will not perish. Like love that is true, it will always be felt until eternity, even beyond. A marvelous poem well composed.
Beauty will linger long! It can neither be created nor destroyed! Let her beauty be a living memory even after her death! A poem celebrating beauty!
We witness that people sing songs during both birth and death. Dear rose blossoms in the spring and motivates mind. Song of life has values with natural essence. An interesting poem is brilliantly penned...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Emotions so nicely painted in beautiful words and lines. A lovely poem.