As The Grass Withers
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Cynthia Buhain-baello
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As The Grass Withers
Each day and night make me aware
Of the brevity of life and why I'm here.
However brief the passing season
Everything happens for a reason.
A time to be born, and a time to die -
For mortals like me, this we can't deny.
As the grass withers and the flowers fall,
We're all bound for the grave at Death's call.
Yet we live for a purpose, a valued legacy,
We may leave words of hope, a living memory,
Lessons handed down to the next generation,
The torch of our wisdom as their inspiration.
Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~06.29.17
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