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| Photo By Jayl © |
For
growth is the eternal dancer of the world and nothing is gone.
Something
is here and to have been here and something is to have grown.
The
ashes of the forest fire are the soil for the new something .... and with
tears of rain and morning dew, the new green shoots appear.
So
mourn not for nothing with its limitless potential, seeking the still
young sun.
But
when I can't be like me anymore, let me burn like the pines.
For
the end is good and close in shadow.
I
shall grasp it for the sake of Mother Earth ...
She who
waits impassive for my demise.
For
then with a turn and a smile she will embrace the new ... and
remember me not.
BUT I WAS
HERE ... and
that is ALL.
Jayl De Lara