Vagabond

I go around loitering, all day;
lost in labyrinth! finding my way.
Clasping trees and rocks, undoubted cheer;
right before my eyes! progress of year.
The wind blows and the rain descend,
Its true! what comes must end.
Wondering what, this roaming would avail;
kicking! the leaves and picking the snails.
Pain and fear, I doubt it could see;
doesn’t know! death behold for thee.
The bare ground, would it ever meet;
the fruits! so red and sweet.
Breathing heavily, as the sky blast;
this evening! will soon be a past.
The nature teaches us, in this green;
The answer! can be clearly seen.
I must leave, when death appears;
In spite! all good wishes and tears.
For all, god made to grow;
One day! has to bid goodbye and go.