Life's grand, a great big sun, <br />under which the rain can run, <br />an amalgamated torrent, a verdant river, <br />both of green growth and red slimy slither. <br /> <br />The snake bites, it's venom strung, <br />onto one's heartstrings, can be wrung, <br />till out with the old comes in the new, <br />till changes forever the newest view. <br /> <br />Life's disconnected, a piece of Eden, <br />A place to hole up, to place one's creed in. <br />Till back out hath the creator come, <br />and once again forgotten, only crumbs. <br /> <br />The trail's followed, back to the source, <br />till once again, the river runs its course.<br /><br />Kevin Maroney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-s-grand/
