All that is True
All that is true is found in nature
hence,
we learn from observation,
contemplation, and trust.
Behold the sapling,
once rich in color,
vibrant,
now grayed and dying.
Yet we know upon the seasons morrow,
brilliance again reborn,
the sapling, now stable oak,
strength against the storms ahead.
And the storms themselves,
initiating fear into one's soul,
charged with the very essence,
of the creation of life.
And dawn does rise
offering the lingering scent,
reminders of a storm
quietly fading from memory.
Dare you doubt
that when time has
swept the seasons course
that spring birds will sing in garden anew?
We are but nature's gift,
and if not my bed you warm this night,
hold tears for sorrows that are true,
for it is but a season that again I will return to you.
~SAS~
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Posted: Jul 2014
Comments (12)
A profound observation of the solidness of truth.
If you come, and all the flowers are dying,
and I am dead ,as dead I well may be.
You'll come and find the place where I am lying,
and kneel and say an Ave there for me."
For some reason your poem made me think of this song.
The hope, that in another season, he would return to me.
Ken
Thank you for your comments,
and stopping by!
SAS
I love that song,
He will come...when you least expect it!
SAS
Thanks for your help
with the graphic and your
kind comments!
SAS
Have a good day. Catch you later. Your Friend always....MIKE.
Thank you for your
wonderful comments. my friend!
Yes, nature has a way of making
all things anew!
Take care!
~SAS~
Welcome back, you have been missed!!!!!
SAS
Glad you liked it!!
Thanks hon!
SAS