Alug or Farm Pond, painting in acrylic, AVRotor
"Death be not proud," this dreaded fate defied;
In death something rises at its side,
As on a dying pond, a swamp in its place
Grows, dying in peace and grace.
And the watery grave dries into grassland
Where roam the hooves and paws in band;
And the winged sweep the air retreating
On the trees nearby and advancing.
One by one the trees come when the wind blows,
They ride on furs, beaks and claws;
A woodland soon rises from the trees' breath
And hides the pond, the grass and death. ~