Because all experiences are valuable.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

In Passing

Sometimes the moon is pale and sweet
the golden hue of Summer wheat
and marks each cycle till complete.

Those times the stars are misty-eyed
as if you knew for whom they cried
perhaps it was your own that died.

Fair Mother Earth, who sleeps in snow,
though she will be the last to know,
She journeys with you as you go...
She journeys with you as you go.

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