The nature of this planet,
Shapes dust and gives it growth,
A chrysalis and wings,
And so its nature goes,
In cycles round and round,
One day you are alive,
The other, dead you’re found,
But still in dust survive,
Potentially this dust you see,
Another life it bears,
It could be you, or me,
But nice if someone cares,
The caring and the love,
Gives meaning to it all,
Sends us on wing above,
Before we finally fall,
But still the dust remains,
Nor is it lifeless still,
For other growths it aims,
For that is natures will.©07/07/2009
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Gives meaning to it all
I truly think it does.
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen