Nature’s ceaseless sequence of life and death,
relishing rebirth, grief, joy, loss, glum,
goes on smoothly with each and every breath.
Like a gentle song of the wind to hum,
to atrocities never it succumbs.
The scent of water nurtures this bud,
deep within from heart’s ocean it comes,
engulfing the soul in its vast flood.
Whole body, bones, cells, tissues, flesh, blood,
flow back to their motherly earthen mud.
Fresh whiff of warm celestial heavenly breeze,
and some good, useful extraordinary deeds,
melt the painful past, stiff karmic freeze.
Leaving behind the sun, moon, stars, greed,
moving ahead, except love nothing to need,
a renewed soul emerges from the ground,
demands only emotions as feed.
Onto a new enriching journey it’s bound,
faith, prayers, devotion will again resound
the nature’s cycle goes round and round.
The Decuain (pronounced deck•won), created by Shelley A. Cephas, is a short poem made up of 10 lines, which can be written on any subject. 10 syllables per line, written in iambic pentameter.
There are 3 set choices of rhyme scheme:
ababbcbcaa, ababbcbcbb, or ababbcbcc