By Robert L. Martin.

When nothing walked and nothing glowed
While the dawning rose further up the road
Life was the dream of all the dreams
Of rolling hills and mountain streams

Man, the sacred incarnation of the spirit
A hymn that wrapped itself around the lyric
Rose through the ashes into the glowing
Heaven’s plan that keeps on growing

A beautiful form with a beautiful mind
While nothing is wasted or left behind
With all the tools to find his way
And all the intelligence to go astray

So when all is said and all is done
He sinks into the evening sun
Back to the ashes from whence he came
So for nothing but himself to blame
A beautiful mind, such a beautiful man
Led by wolves throughout all the land
Back to the ashes with nothing to carry
Back to the ashes alone by himself

Photo by Bill Burris.

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