The cycle of life
Human life begins as a fragile fetus forming
within the inner depths of a woman.
Enduring so great a pain, the mother longs
For her new baby to be born into the world.
And as quick as the thunder roars after the lightning strikes
the new soul emerges from the womb.
As time pass the baby grows into a child
full of life with a smile that’ll make a tree leap for joy.
One day the child is driving his shiny, red, toy fire truck around,
“vroom, vroom!” he imitates the trucks’ sound.
The next day the truck is driving the child who is now an adult
to his job as a fireman to tame the blazing hot flames.
The adult locates the love of his life and marries her
and soon they are expecting their first baby.
The parents to be bought enough baby supplies for fifty babies
and as the delivery day nears the mothers pains grossens.
Years passed by the man is alone thinking over his life
after the first childbirth he tragically loses his wife
the stress from the mother passed on to the baby
not so many hours later the baby suffers a blood clot in the brain and dies.
The man is old the man is frail
he grows ill “101...” he weakly reads off the weighing scale
he knows that his days of life are numbered for sure
the man’s time is up and now the man is no more.
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