To pluck or be planted
In the moist dry soil
Trodden
A seasoned
Time Under heaven
Through birth or death
To kill or heal
That is the question
As the dry leaves break down
Manifesting
The lack of crystals and emerald blades
Weeping will build
Upon the laughter of frowns
To mourn or dance
That is the dilemma
We shall embrace
And throw away stones together
When we refrain
We shall number the lost
Not keep
But purge
The sewn silence
The word of Love will be spoken
Not Hate
Peace
Not War
527,040
"Five hundred twenty seven thousand and forty
How will you spend them?
(Inspired by Ecclesiastes 3)
Happy New Year!
