Interludes
Lives end so that others begin.
Far from sorrow death’s a win.
The flower wilts and spreads it seeds
To fufill next season’s needs.
Oaks live years, but then pass,
Leaving acorns in the grass.
All species enjoy their glance
Toward future generation’s dance.
Each interlude, though brief, inspires
Further knowledge and desires.
To search for earth’s greatest find;
Long lasting peace for all mankind.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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