Friday, August 17, 2018
To Life And Death
Ode to summer's past
And her magical sunlit days
That warmed all creatures
And wrought life to all plants,
Our true God will always be the Sun,
The caregiver of our existence,
And nurturer of all that is good;
Remembering and loathing shades of gray,
The burnt decaying leaf,
A page from a tree,
Ripped from an aging oak,
To waft unto the air one last time,
And eternally bed and sacrifice itself
Upon the burial grounds,
For we all are rotting matter
Abiding our allotted time
To help fertilize another seed,
Out of dystrophy comes entropy.
- John Hardesty
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