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Dying is Natural
Nature has the power
To spread its seed
Give scent to every flower
According to its need
Oh to pass our days
In the shade of a lovely tree
See sunshine’s blessing fall
The breeze is like music to me
The songs of birds,
Voices of children in the spring
Sounds of silver streams
Along a path a wandering
Life is nothing but a dream
What we see of nature’s glow
Nature knows not but to die
Man’s destiny must be equally so?
Beryl McMullen
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