Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Rose Lessons

This was a comment on a poetic post ( "Sleep of the Dying", by Braja of Lost and Found in India)

The Dream,
of a rose,
The petals flutter down,
Resting in the arms
of Mother Earth,
enriching it,
for another day;

What pervades
as it looks behind,
a perfumed chorus
of the remaining petals,
who have learnt,
that to flutter down,
Means you rise up
To learn your lessons,
and again,
another life,
another day.
Not a Sleep of the Dying
But a quiet Praise
of a wonderful Life...

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