Grudge No More

Human dies
But what of their grudge
Icy nights of winter
And now the sun baked days
How insatiated bellies and psyches
Your habitation inhabits is in your limits
Carry you spring within you
With the leaves draped in dewdrops
And mother bird winking her eyes
Setting forth in quest of morsels
Offsprings may feast
Stoppeth your dirge
Comply with the rustling and rambling
Of trees and clouds
Peace! Peace! Peace
©jeyforyou

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