This was written after my grandfather died. I wanted to write something to put in his grave, and this is what I did. I don't really think it's that good, but everyone at the burial seemed to like it.

Flame
starting to burn
getting higher, higher
reaching its peak
then lower, slowly
lower and lower
until it's out.
Energy
released into the air
to find
a home somewhere else
to settle
in each and every
living thing.
Never gone,
only moved.

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