Life Cycle
On the Cycle of Life and my Belief that We Will All Return to the Earth Some Day
Recycle me, so that I may be seen,
within the Evergreens, the Winter's cold.
Hear my voice in the breezes in between.
From these brown eyes make new soil, unclean.
When I finish this act of growing old,
recycle me, so that I may be seen.
From these strings of my hair, make new leaves green.
From my bones build castles, rigid and bold.
Hear my voice in the breezes in between.
When the Reaper finally intervenes,
even he shall make rivers from my soul,
recycle me so that I may be seen.
When I am no longer man or machine,
I will beg you from the skies, uncontrolled,
"hear my voice in the breezes in between!"
This world will be all that is left of me.
The story of my life will be untold.
Recycle me so that I may be seen!
Hear my voice in the breezes in between!
About the Creator
Lizzy Rose
I am a poet, fiction/fantasy writer, as well as a cosplayer and cover singer on Tiktok, Instagram and Youtube. You can find me elsewhere at the link below!
https://linktr.ee/lizzyrose12
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