Cassie58

And So It Is

sun shines 

regardless of 

grief 

 

each one of us 

a leaf waving 

on a deciduous tree 

 

not quite knowing 

when our last goodbye

will arrive

 

fleeting

like a rain cloud

passing through

 

fragile

like a white winged

butterfly

 

though some

would wield a sledge hammer

strike a mighty blow

 

can change

a river’s flow in the 

waters of history