We are all but transient passengers
within this life.
Like butterfly tourists
we flit through existence...
when my journey here is complete
my soul and spirit will be replete.
You'll find me within fields of wheat
That's how they keep the pastures sweet,
Growing in fields of corn and loam
Amidst the place where I call home.
between the barley, wheat and rye
love and friendship never die.
If you ever wish to contact me
Forever in perpetuity
Speak, whisper, quietly to the bees
you'll hear my answer in the breeze.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
We are all but transient passengers
within this life.
Like butterfly tourists
we flit through existence...
when my journey here is complete
my soul and spirit will be replete.
You'll find me within fields of wheat
That's how they keep the pastures sweet,
Growing in fields of corn and loam
Amidst the place where I call home.
between the barley, wheat and rye
love and friendship never die.
If you ever wish to contact me
Forever in perpetuity
Speak, whisper, quietly to the bees
you'll hear my answer in the breeze.
