Theresa Ann Moore - Continuum

The physical world is one of change
Many possibilities widen in range
It seems nothing ever stays the same
From death and decay new life came

The flesh that once had a breath
Does not cease to provide after death
A fertile crib is made for a new start
Giving nourishment to seedlings ala carte.

12/18/07

Theresa Ann Moore

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