Death Is The Sunrise

• Tenzin-maria Castleman , Grade 6, Chewton Primary School
• Poetry
• 2015

Excellence Award in the 'The Write Track 2015' competition

The winds shiver my cheeks like an icy stone,
Speaking in a spectral tone.
From dust he was born and to dust he has gone.
He sleeps in an earthen bed,
A loamy pillow under his head.

Flowers grow where he lies,
Life comes new from what dies.
Down in the darkened deep, green is his garment up above;
For he now sings in a visual voice,
That was and wasn’t his choice.
The tree hugs him tight as it walks in the air very slow,
He is warm and safe in the land down below:
Earth’s doors bathed in blood rained sunset.

It’s not the end when someone dies,
For Death is the Sunrise.