A Natural Cycle
A Natural Cycle
Soil slips through my fingers
I wiggle them like worms
and lay my cheek
listening to the earth's heart
One day
they will lay me down
sprinkle my ashes
and I'll be gone
Not gone--
nothing really dies
For earth absorbs us
into new life
Cyn Bagley (c) 2021
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