The eternal transcience

Collage Eva van Beek 2021, assembled in PicArt

Little petal’s white on the grass
They have been thrown – simply to pass

Noble peacock’s call in the grove
They have been reared – only to rove

Tender lamb’s black on the green
They have been bred – plainly to wean

Gentle mother’s tears on the face
They have been sent – purely to brace

Greater grief will lapse in season
It has been cast  – surely with reason

8 Comments

  1. The imagery & the attention to details created an elevating experience for me as a reader. Keep it up with your glorious words! 😊

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