To every tender shoot, will grow a green stem,
Which shall wither into brown one day,
Every flower will be sucked through its tendons,
and will turn crisp some day,
Every pebble was conceived by a strong rock,
Every raindrop seeped within the earth,
was once craddled amongst the clouds' flock,
The tiny feet that twisted within a womb,
grow old to wrinkle and tremble,
The heart that softens wildest rage,
turns fragile when its soul crumples,
The earth dancing before the mighty sun,
grows old wth every turn,
The bubbling waves will someday
be breathed in by the sun's burn,
The sour drops of failure,
mature into sweetness with the ticking clock,
The brisk grey ashes,
could once melt the rock strong ice with a mock,
The waves strung from a violin ,
shall never vibrate within its cords again,
The words that bridged hearts once,
flow away like a breeze flowing away the grain,
The bubble blown out of a straw,
gifts you a smile before bursting over your fingers,
The way sunrise settles into your eyes,
then seeps into your heart , before sunset lingers,
The black and whites of life start at each others end,
Let your soul enlighten into divinity,
before He stretches His hand over the next bend......
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