Bring out tomorrow's dead
and dying
and brace those not yet ready
for the shocking
news our DNA delivers
every day
to resurrect life's truth,
its animal
instinct,
renewed
through dissolution
and decay.
All things must pass.
In that dread thought
sits hope
and there we find
our future
waiting to be born
in life
not yet run rampant
through the mystery
and we wonder
at the touch of morning's sun
on a dew drop,
poised
in the tall grass
waving in a summer's breeze.
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