Death to Birth and Back Again

To die is to fly

Is

To be free again

From death to birth and back again

Graceful rhythm of nature abound

To feel this life graceful and profound

Splay me open like a fish of fresh water

Eat my eggs and watch me falter

Kill me swiftly, kill me quick

Don’t let me rot until I stink

Plant me, grant me

The soil to grow

So I may be part of this humble abode

Watch me rise up from the deep

Where I kiss you softly on the cheek

I will remind you of a time gone by

When you thought the little girl died

But she is alive, brilliant and bold

Wearing a beautiful woman’s mold