The Journey

The Journey
By Deborah Hunt

Ashes fluttered to the ground
In no particular pattern
Becoming one with the earth
Buzzing with the bees
Bathed in golden rays
Floating in the high seas
Running through the grass
Without a single care
A glistening drop of water
A sand covered beach
Gliding over the country side
Free to roam the universe
The ashes carried his soul
To places he had only dreamed
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