The old raven roosts on a tall dead branch of the old, gnarled tree winters setting sun sets on snow covered bough Weep thou not for the past your future die has been cast the final act has come at last emancipated from earthly toil the silver thread is loosed your liberated soul will soar back to God who gave it. Author Notes This worlds woes will pass.

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