Without Purpose

If without purpose

one drifts through life

he/she encounters no-one

friends become enemies

all the worlds played out 

in shadows over an empty grave

which reads:

life and death together

hold the key to eternity

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King’s Meadow

Leaves falling down

across the path

 

birds flying overhead

green is the grass

brown are the trees

 

squirrels climbing high

branches hanging low

crows in the air

then on the ground

 

windy weather all around