It Continues

We're all dead, just walking while alive.


It is all alive, this planet.


As children we were nutured by nature.


To touch the living grass we knew of death.


I left my footprint like so many others.


But the grass keeps on living.


The Earth continues to go on.


Into another dawn.


The sweetest day to fade away. 


Slipping into endless treasures.


Father? Mother? The Earth.


I am your son.


Wash me away with the rain.

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