Why so much love for them that part from you They give no thought to how they’ve grieved your mind Such love for things that leave the way they do But not for them that choose to stay behind Don’t shun the shine upon your blessed bean God’s plan is in all things that shed and fall Be hair or fur or leaves that once were green They all submit obeying nature’s call So why so sad my khalid at this loss When all it really is, is wholesome gain You know that your beloved won’t be cross If you yourself have chosen to remain Some surfaces are meant to be some day A field of cranium for children’s play
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