As scattered light spread by the dawn
Infused in nature we are born

As grey clouds cross the winters sky
With silver streaked we live and die

As cold winds blow the flurried snow
Into the night so we must go

But not before our time has come
To touch the earth to feel the sun

Our colours mixed our brush out flung
Our canvas painted with no plan

And yet so beautiful
This life of ordinary man


(Note: I use the term 'Man' here collectively to mean 'mankind' - all genres!)

Egal Bohen

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