fleeting saw.

Flowers will grow, bloom and wither

The sun will rise, shine and set

Men will be born, nurtured and buried

But that done to mankind

Will forever be told.

Poetry by whisperinvoiz
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Written on 2011-08-26 at 14:26

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Well, w/i/v...
This resonates too. Nature's testament is silent, unless one is the BFG and hears the flower scream as it is plucked.
And language enables as it endangers. I sense you know this well.
A neat piece; congratulations!