The Cycle

H. Ray Davis

The cycle

The sorrows of this life are beyond measure.

Mortals are raised up in the spring and are hewn down in the winter.

Like shedding tears in a rain shower, they are washed away.

But spring will surely come again.

The flowers will bloom and so to the thistle.

So do not despair.

While the plant may wither the seed will certainly live on.

H R Davis

  • Author: H. Ray Davis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 24th, 2023 18:37
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