Tread softly now on the ground
She lies in solitude
Please make not a sound
For she is destitute.
The springtime daisies push through the soil
She hears the noise it makes
Forever gone from this mortal coil
Covered in winter by frozen flakes.
Creeping over the stone with moss
She lay there knowing
Unpeturbed
That her passing was our loss.
Summer comes and sunlight blinds
The autumnal leaves
Few and far between
Gently falling like our lives.
But year-round befits the way she was
Evergreen to the end
And undivided attention.
But like everything; can quickly change
When life around you comes of age.
Emotional counterpoint;
Forget the religious, proven lies
Lest we remember; everything dies.
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