This is a short poem with an obvious meaning on the surface but if you take the time you may see something underneath.
THE FALLING ONES,
The flowers weep
Fragile and delicate
Tears of beauty
Which fills the soil
With the soft sighs
Of petals fading.
So, they end their
Holy moment
In sacrifice
To birth the seeds
That will drift
On indifferent winds
And die
On some distant soil,
In the hope
That eternal skies
Will again look
Upon a land
Embraced by fields
Of life.
(c) Adron Dozat
Author's note
I like to write poetry about God, life and the blessings He gives. This poem is still about God but in an indirect way since it is about His creation.
(c) A.E. Dozat 5/16/18
THE FALLING ONES,
A Poem of the Fields
The flowers weep
Fragile and delicate
Tears of beauty
Which fills the soil
With the soft sighs
Of petals fading.
So, they end their
Holy moment
In sacrifice
To birth the seeds
That will drift
On indifferent winds
And die
On some distant soil,
In the hope
That eternal skies
Will again look
Upon a land
Embraced by fields
Of life.
(c) Adron Dozat
Author's note
I like to write poetry about God, life and the blessings He gives. This poem is still about God but in an indirect way since it is about His creation.
(c) A.E. Dozat 5/16/18
