We never own a thing in this life,
everything you have is borrowed,
not even your husband or your wife,
yours today, maybe even tomorrow.
No one really cares about your will,
and in this world we have no control,
trying to stay warm in the cold chill,
danger and death are always on patrol.
Immerse yourself in nature’s rapture,
then, beauty of the heart you’ll know,
just allowing your spirit to be captured,
brings about life’s eternal warm flow.
Feeling the serenity of the sky of blue,
awakens the passion instilled at birth,
being as one, allows nature to subdue,
it’s essences holds the secret of earth.
For living could be a walk in the park,
without all the sorrow and sad pleads,
just discovering your way from the dark,
where each one of us must take the lead.
This is so true, we don't even own ourselves. All we are are borrowed elements, coalesced into the life form that we are. But truthfully, we are merely stardust. And one day, a few billion years from now, we too shall seed a new world.
~ Sara
Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader)
Reviewed on June 24, 2006
Powerful sentiments Sam..Their is as much greatness and precious colors of love to see...We must see them with not the carnal but the heart..
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