The song of life, the song of death..

( April is poetry month. Poem number twelve.)

The song of life, the song of death..

I have sang the song of life and I have sang the song of death.

The songs to celebrate life and death.

Once upon a beautiful story, I found a Scottish flower,

as pretty as she could be.

The sun caressed sun-kissed her daily and

the rain gave her blood and strength.

Many came to see her.

She was the prettiest rose in the garden.

They would adore her and worship her perfection and beauty.

Like all flowers. In late August.

She would slowly die and many would mourn her.

But I knew in the Spring.

My dear Scottish rose would bloom again.

My Scottish rose taught me.

The song of life, the song of death.

We will know both.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

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You can't even imagine how meaningful this poem can be to a random reader. this is the best part of your poem; telling even personal events in a universal language. and the ability to both tell yourself and tell readers that you are not alone. this is my favorite poem of you. Thank you for sharing sir.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Beren. Today my tulips are blooming. Spring is here in Michigan. We must seek happiness over sadness.

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Aww, spring will always be here! Wishing you the happiest days

[Einstein Noodle]

your poem inspires me to think about deep, personal and eternal truths .. seem that we all struggle with a lot of things throughout our lives ... short lived or long ... the acceptance of both our being alive and certain end to our material world and self ... figuring out the ongoing middle ... seems a mystery ... "The song of life, the song of death.
We will know both." ... yes and yes again :) i also appreciate your "Scottish flower" .. i think she is the Earth ... wonderful poetry John ... thanks for sharing!
E.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Einstein. My Scottish flower is our earth. I appreciate the comment my friend.