When we Are no More

When we are no more,
The fields will still remain,
And the mustering thick on these
The clouds will remain.
Giving life and quenching
The thirst,
And making the earth rich
And productive,
The leisurely floating tresses
Of the dark sable clouds
Will remain.
When we are no more
The sports, the merriment
And the women will remain;
And full of thrill and joy
And hovering over the red lotus
The drones will ever remain.
The bestowers of the surfeiting
Lost in revelry,
And making the earth rich
And beautiful,
The red limbs
In the fluttering red drapery
Will remain.

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