Gently to lay me down

How do all the flora know

the days that pass through spring

hours lamenting years

what the sorrows nurture brings,

grass upon the furrowed footing

wayward for the sea

edging unto infinity

woes to the soul and me,

tears are drops as rainfall

whispers in gentle pleas

settling into the afterlife

as winter upon the trees.

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