Nothing Is Ever Dead
Where the flower sprouts
From the barren stone
Bees gather to suck its nectar
The tree leans to offer shade
Nothing is ever dead
Guitar strums through the room
Though she is dulled from school
Curtains dance in tune
Soft music is played
Nothing is ever dead
As the restless mind stills
An explosion of creativity
Seeps into every heart
Even God smiled, said
Nothing is ever dead
It is only suppressed
Greetings,
This is very beautiful…and so true.
Thank you!
All good wishes,
robert
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