Roses are
for the living.
Darkness is
for the dead.
Life is for
giving.
Death is
ending.
Cherish
children when they are young.
Embrace
their adulthood when they have sprung.
Parents are
always getting older.
Do not let
anger smolder.
Forgiveness
comes from deep within.
Upon the good
Lord we depend.
Rain comes
down by buckets full.
Against
gravity we constantly pull.
The sound of
thunder is roaring.
The falling
rain sounds as though it is mourning.
Lightning
strikes and lights up the earth.
Tomorrow
fallen seeds will give birth.
Written by:
Lisa Collier Clewis, 08August2011
