Master Plan
Master Plan
Ripples that start,
End up and endless sea.
Leaves fall from the tree,
Blown away by the wind.
Flowers grow and bloom,
Only to whither and die.
From the rising of the moon,
To the setting of the sun.
A beginning to life,
Only to see your days end.
Can someone please tell me,
What’s the master plan?
Bree 6.25.2012
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