The spirit no one can see <br />upon the birth of death <br />it is set free <br />without wings like a dove <br />it will return <br />to the heavens above <br />old or young no matter your age <br />the bird your spirit <br />your body the cage <br />once given life and breath <br />it will never die an eternal death <br />look at nature and all to fact <br />this play called dying <br />is just an act<br /><br />ERNEST CLARY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-spirit-8/
