Frank Ormond

Golden light before sunset
streams across the budding leaves
soundtrack of the limbs in wind
beautiful song in graveyard trees

Silver moon on white tombstones
reflect the peace of silent earth
the shade of death on bleached white bones
makes light grows bright in birth

Bronzed leaves in sunrise glow
a crimson sun looks on
cycle will keep going to row
the boat called life we’re on

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