This Poem was Submitted By: Jim Wilson On Date: 2001-04-22 15:21:56 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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#127 The Motion of Roses

See the stem that was stem yesterday bud today. Tomorrow, this bud will peek yellow where now is only green, and soon will burst a glorious, yellow bloom of tenderness, love and beauty. Then life progresses to the full. The spent bloom lies in the grass, a natural petal shower. Still tender, still lovely, still beautiful. All to soon to dust. See the matured body of Bo McMillan, lying in bed 17 at Coronado Nursing Center. Still tender, still lovely, still beautiful. All to soon to dust. See the active mind of Douglas Sutherland, a 50 year old, Special Olympics contestant. Still tender, still lovely, still beautiful. All to soon to dust. Mother Earth's televised messages thru nature. "I love you, humans. We can be beautiful together. Take care of me; I will take care of you. We are. Life is. Enjoy." I am a caretaker of Mother Earth's messages. I will be tender. I will love. I will preserve beauty. Soon I will be dust. I plan to be such sweet dust.

Copyright © April 2001 Jim Wilson


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