And So Shall I Remain
A blade of grass has grown
Where once a spot of blood did fade.
From it a seed of life has sewn,
And will give yield to yet another blade.
For, he who lies within this grave,
And who’s blood it is that stain,
Has given more than the life he gave.
For more or less, so shall I remain.
Unto death, is life renewed for all,
It feeds the soil that grows the plants,
That feed all creatures big and small,
From elephants to tiny ants.
For, knowing this in some small way,
My life will not have been in vain.
So, in my death, I’ll live each day,
And, so shall I remain.