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THE SPRINGTIME WATERS..
COLD AND CALM,
THE SURFACE..
PAINTED GLASS.
RIPPLES FORM,
ITS BELLY WHITE...
WRIGGLING ABOUT.
ROLLING ROUND IN CIRCLES,
NOT CAUGHT BY HOOK OR LINE,
STILL TRY TO STAY ALIVE.
BUT THE FIGHT IS FUTILE..
AS WE ALL KNOW SO,
THIS WILL NOT SURVIVE.
DOES IT KNOW,
THAT DEATH IS NEAR..
HERE TO CLAIM ITS PRIZE.
THE TIME GROWS CLOSE,
THE STRUGGLE ENDS..
DEATH DID LEAD THIS DANCE.
DRIFTING NOW,
MOTIONLESS....
A BREEZE PUSHES IT TO SHORE.
NATURE WASTES BUT NOTHING,
AND SO TOO THIS IS TRUE,
FORE FROM THIS DEATH ....
GIVES FOOD FOR LIFE,
AGAIN LIFE IS RENEWED.
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LIFE TO LIFE
LIFE TO LIFE
