Spring insists on Life bursting anew.
Beams of Light and Warmth arouse the Under-Ground.
You cant stay dead forever, you know!
Every Being has its Cycle,
Birth and Change and Death.
A Cycle may be an Aeon or a Flicker.
When well and truly dead, dry-bones, no-odor,
a Seed becomes a Sprout, and will out.
The Cycle starts over. Opportunity!
Honor alike the Dead and the Yet-to-be-born.
Life stirs, sure as Love!
Beings ever Born, passing thru.
9 – 11 – 9
8 – 5 – 12
11 – 9 – 11
12 – 5 – 8