Spring
The sun shines brightly,
Though death lies in its rays.
As life is renewed
To those who have paid.
The cardinal sings a song
That awakens the dead.
While the frost blankets birth
As the weed bears its head.
The skeletons wail,
Their life long been borrowed.
As their seed hails
The awaking hour.
Luminous the day grows,
The timeless scene unveiled
As the witness of the ageless past
Reminds us that life won’t last.
In an instant the stars rush bye
The smells of death wave and sigh.
The life of new, the canvas shows
Is the power of he who knows.
That in this time of grey and shower,
Life’s precious price is paid tomorrow.
By Bryan Bennington
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