Sunday, November 24, 2013

Rain


 

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
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