Life

Life is the bird that sings in the tree
The fish and gulls that occupy the sea

The warmth the sun when hits your face
The wind's breath, in windy days

The earth's existence of his creations
Time decides its expirations

The cities, mountains, the vast prairies
All in life is temporary

Carry through life, experience the incredible
Without even thoughts, of the inevitable

Why we exist, it makes one wonder
Perhaps for his own, personal humor

The flesh and bones that we occupy
A temporary means to identify

Of what most cherished, make well spent
We've not much time, these bodies are lent

There's no impeding, make awry his plans
Only appreciate the smiles, as much we can

Enjoy the essence, of whatever one chooses
Take time to stop, really enjoy the roses

We all must understand, our existence is brief
An unacceptable part of life, all cannot conceive

We all must let go, of one's times arrival
Is most important, for one's psychiatric survival

We are his creations, clearly not on a whim
The true question remains, who created him?

Do not grieve over your loved one's fate
In fact they'd prefer if you'd celebrate.