Circle Of Life
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David Harris
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The pampas grass is blowing in the wind,
it is swaying to and fro,
letting go of its children to the wind.
Hoping they can take root
in some safe place.
We watch our children
from infants to adulthood.
We shed a few tears
when they leave
to start new lives of their own.
Every one of us
has to spread our wings
at some given time.
Our leaving maybe tearful,
but our parent’s blessings always follow us.
And so the circle of life
goes on and on, without end.
Our children grow and leave,
and then they watch their own
do the same as them.
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