The rush of water,

Over stones and rocks,

Shows me that

No one knocks,

Me down...

The whistling wind,

Hurtling past me now,

Explains to me,

That is how,

Life goes...

Steep canyon walls,

Falling straight down,

Is what drew me,

From the town,

I left...

Migrating up North,

The birds flying above,

Tell me I was right,

To never love,

The lost...

Fish leaping the waters,

To do nothing but die,

Declares to me,

Don't tell a lie,

To Death...

The trees that grow,

So steady and tall,

Show me how,

That against all,

Be strong.

Evolution itself,

Starting from the dark,

Gives me hope that,

Maybe hark,

I will.