Energy transforms never to be perished
In this way souls are cherished
And instead of bleeding dead
They trade that for tears shed
One's body is a hatching egg
When time comes the spirit will grow big
Who would be born must first destroy a world
For the new to come one has to do without the old
Boggled minds with the clarity of an epiphany
Let the parts combine into one true unity
Oh the irony, of the symmetry in a cemetery
Love and beauty, a full guarantee to continuity
The strings of life play a symphony
Which we dance to swirling in infinity
Approaching us is a singularity
That we are falling into in synchrony
©juckoon
J