Life But Circulation

As the years pass by

The days do shrink,

Your body bends, bows,

Skin wrinkles, beauty fades.

As trees grew older

Rings count the years,

Ravaged by the weather

Cuts short their life span.

Flowers are like families

They grow and die,

Beautiful in the flower of youth,

Fades, becomes brittle, then dust.

Earth is ravaged by wind, and rain,

Sun boils the water to mud,

Dust scatters far and wide,

Trees die of thirst, crumbles, rots.

Life is a merry-go-round

With its ups and downs,

Lives for but a short while,

Fades away, to be born another day.