GRIEF Poem by Michelle Endicott

The bugs don’t care that you’ve died.
They still crawl over rocks.
The birds still sing.
The butterflies still fly.
The bees still buzz.
The fish still swim.
The moth still flutters.
Water still moves.
The moon still glows.
Leaves still fall.
The snow still comes.
Flowers still grow.
Trees still know
what once was ….

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