Sep 2012
When plants die,
They are stiff.
When we die,
We are loose.
They decay,
We age away.
But neither of us stay,
For the grand parade.
To see everyone else walk.
They are stiff.
When we die,
We are loose.
They decay,
We age away.
But neither of us stay,
For the grand parade.
To see everyone else walk.
It's an idea. Think about it.
