The spirit no one can see
upon the birth of death
it is set free
without wings like a dove
it will return
to the heavens above
old or young no matter your age
the bird your spirit
your body the cage
once given life and breath
it will never die an eternal death
look at nature and all to fact
this play called dying
is just an act
ERNEST CLARY
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-spirit-8/
