When Life Comes…

When life comes forth from inanimate things
And through the living death takes wing,
When into deadness live things go
And out of ashes new things grow,
Then all the world must take a bow,
For as things were so they are now,
And naught began and naught has end,
Except this conscious life we hold
That while we have it is live gold—
To use and spend, but never lend.

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