We’ve come to know seasons
Gentle winds soft breeze
Laughter leaping into smiles
Our toils never ending,
The wise among us
Sense the quivering of rain
the dimming of light
the last breath of moon
It is time to call the Prophets
Priest, Preachers and Poets
Death has awaken
Again
The age among us
Speak of time
Like memoirs filled with bones
Who forgot their masters
And break into bedlam
Today the good man
Sleeps quietly knowing
His soul rest
In the bosom of God.
