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Time passes unseen to eyes,

flowers bloom then fade;

its petals whisper to the earth

of dreams it once had gave.

Spirits rest deep within the dirt,

a light amidst the gloom;

everything will be better now

as new life springs up from the womb-

of mother earth, it calls you on

and the whispers fill a new head;

passed on from times gentle tick

into a frame that once stood wrecked.

Petals weep into the soil,

they are feed for new life to grow,

from the thorniest bush that stands alone,

the most beautiful flower will grow.

Now it stands upright and sturdy

as the bud of petal shows.

The wind takes your wings that carry you

and your feet of lead take flow.

Listen to soft tuneful whisper,

soar peacefully as a dove;

for they speak of the only thing worth keeping

and that is the beauty of true love.

Lie still and listen, take time to watch

the flame that is passed from beyond.

Feel the heat of the torch as it grips your fist,

for your heart will carry you on.