Every so often, nature gives up a secret to you, and it reminds you that it's good to be alive!


ALL

All thats born,
are birthed again.
Once unearthed,
by sight of men.
All thats secret.
Cloaked, and covered.
Will always chance
to be discovered.
All thats history,
becomes renewed.
However complex.
However crude.
All that changes
our perseption.
Leads to points
of interjection.
All found new,
on mother earth.
Restores in us,
a sence of worth.




Poetry by stevelee
Read 518 times
Written on 2006-10-05 at 17:35

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


Phyllis J. Rhodes
I love all the thought this has provoked in my mind. So many possibilities, such excitement. Great contribution!
2006-10-05