Monday, 13 January 2014

ASHES

Photo By Jayl ©
For growth is the eternal dancer of the world and nothing is gone.
Something is here and to have been here and something is to have grown.
The ashes of the forest fire are the soil for the new something .... and with tears of rain and morning dew, the new green shoots appear.
So mourn not for nothing with its limitless potential, seeking the still young sun.

But when I can't be like me anymore, let me burn like the pines.
For the end is good and close in shadow.
I shall grasp it for the sake of Mother Earth ...
She who waits impassive for my demise.
For then with a turn and a smile she will embrace the new ... and remember me not.
BUT I WAS HERE ... and that is ALL.

Jayl De Lara