Thanks to the Eagles,
In death we can return as beagles,
We live to spread our wings most regal,
When smoking the herb most illegal…
This life over, no fanfare upon departure,
We hope we have met the cupid archer,
A love we hope we have found,
For our memories of life while in the ground…
When return we must,
Our bodies turned to dust,
Our souls to our next lives do transcend,
Do we descend or ascend,
That is the question without answer; hard to comprehend…
© ed ~ 5/16/06
Birgit and Roger
been toyed with? they are some awesome cloud formations. methinks bottom clouds were copied then inverted and placed on top to achieve the scene.;-)
eT