By Martin Falatic
We dig deep in the dirt, becoming one with the soil,
spending our days planting the seeds of tomorrow.
But what of this gesture, our hands caked in mud?
Do we honor Mother Earth with our labor,
for her gift of sustenance and Life?
Or is it a vain attempt to placate Death,
whose domain we consecrate with our work...?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
our ultimate destiny, ending where we began.
The flowers we plant today,
will become the funeral wreath of tomorrow