Young like a spring flower,
Curious as a bee to the flower,
bright as the yellow on the bee,
New Life.
Mature as the summer breeze,
Prime as the swift sparrow through the breeze,
Full and bold as the feathers on the sparrow,
The Prime of Life.
Aged as the Fall Oak,
Stern as the falling leaves,
Wise to the upcoming ground as it approaches,
Mid-Life.
Cold and pale as the winter snow,
Patient and slow as it melts,
Prepared for the end as water trickles down each crystal,
The End of Life.
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I didn't know Mr. Briar could be so poetic.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed it. ♥
I like how he painted a lot of nature oriented pictures with his wording, I like it.
ReplyDeleteGlenn
Wow. thats about all I can say to you. Its really good. :)
ReplyDeleteSUPER DUPER! Who da man?.....YOU DA MAN!
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