the last of the four
now I am grown
matured in many ways
yet still immature in many more
still lost in procrastination
still lost in her stupidity
hiding from her own intelligence
since when that day comes
when I find that last drop
I will be gone
just a flower on the earth
creating other flowers
as the animals steal my nectar
passing trough the high sky
I just wonder "My Oh My"
my end became many
many new things soon to end
but first they create more
feeding others
humans, animals, plants and bugs
everything seems so snug
yet I watch in all the glory
seeing the Earth be true beauty
being only a stop
in the Circle of Life
so my end, becomes the begining
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