Someday we'll be one
Mrs. Ground; Mr. Sun
Someday I'll be grass
and your feet will pass
in confident, youthful strides
I'll be 'dead'
And you'll be 'alive'
and with pride you may live
may live as i once did-
A Giver; A Taker;
Destroyer; Maker...
A pile of dust
that dreamed one night
that it was Flesh and Bone
-Alive and Alone.
A beautiful poem with underlying meaning delivered straight to the heart. Thanks for inviting me to share such a great write.Best wishes.
THIS! ! ! ! ! ! ....RAY SOOO EXQUISTE! ! ! ! ....You write from your chakra and your colors are unbelievable...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem a lot. The cycle of life. The seasons of change. An observation we sometimes need reminding of.