Amongst Unending Marvels by April Dalphne
Amongst Unending Marvels All the same, Ever mourning, ever exalting.
the unusual silence
Come the Children of the Plains
With good luck and good grace,
Virtue mixes with wisdom,
and the future hopes thrive and grow strong.
A cruel breeze blows by to claim the child,
Many a time, a breath has yet to be taken or a name to be given.
Still tears fall for the babe known only to the heart.
life's passing seasons
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Traditions are continued.
And the circle continues.
Amongst Unending Marvels
All the same,
Ever mourning, ever exalting.