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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