Wheel of Life

As the winds of time change,

The clouds will move with the seasons,

They will come and they will go,

Unlike our flesh counterparts,

As apples throughout the year,

We will wither away into dust on this road,

Never reaching our full potential,

Before we grow old.

As dandelions grow at the dawn of spring,

Growing fast from the start and dying even more so,

Life will soon catch up to us,

And pass us by.

As bees build their hives and make delicious sap,

Reaching toward the stars is all we can to sruvive,

Living each moment as if we were running,

Running from death himself.

As dolphins, jumping and playing in the vast openness,

Being with one another will be the only light of happiness,

Were laughter will be the only medicine,

And joy the cause of tears,

But most of all,

As a dying willows last wish,

We will rest in peace,

for the good in all the evil,

Will conquer all most fawl.