what a mystery that we don't know
limited knowledge of whose who...
what we know is that life travels
in winter, spring, summer and fall
in spring it sprouts, life's birth of a child
it blooms and plays in summer's hot sun
then it stoops and drops in fall
as it withers in winter and turns into ice frozen cold
life is born, life is enjoyed
in winter, spring, summer and fall
life always comes in billions as it goes
it counts sunrises, save sunsets in the horizon
as it flips and turns days into nights
as its wheels of fortune roll along
but what is there for us after life
is it like the golden gray brown grass
that will rot, turn into fertilizer of sorts
as it brings nourishment for the land
or is it like the bee and the butterfly
that flies and dies after their pollination task
what's for sure is and what i know
life goes on only in a different tune
masked in another music in another rhythm
clothed in another beat of another generation
written in another hymn in a different form
written in another lyric of another composition
like a timeless star, replayed over and out
like a timeless star like JESUS whose light will never last...
