The Everlasting Life

Flightless mincemeat waiting for the kill,

by farmers plow,

below the till,

a stir about,

an upward thrust,

up through the earth new life is pushed,

through valleys low and skies abound,

their colors shake the hardened ground,

a life among the stars aglow,

Their fate, it lies beneathe the snow

by Kurt Schneider

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