Some walking through the morning dew
Leave behind footsteps noticed by a few.
The imprints are quickly gone
And all that remains is not etched on stone,
But rather the metal image of the time
When man strode forth, in time sublime.
Day is beautiful
Night sublime,
Life is beautiful
Death sublime.
(Some would say the reverse is true
But it depends upon how it is you view
Death is the end for some
But to others the beginning; life eternal has begun.)
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Some walking through the morning dew Leave behind footsteps noticed by a few. The imprints are quickly gone And all that remains is not etched on stone, But rather the metal image of the time When man strode forth, in time sublime. Day is beautiful Night sublime, Life is beautiful Death sublime. (Some would say the reverse is true But it depends upon how it is you view Death is the end for some But to others the beginning; life eternal has begun.) s