What is the point of life,
Why are people upon the earth?
Animals, birds, trees, flowers,
All exist, yet to what end?
Mangled bodies and malformed children with useless limbs.
Are they born to teach us that we don't know all about life?
The hate between nations that kills people and souls.
The horror of war. the broken bodies.
Even the trees cry each year and then
Golden tears carpet the sodden ground making hardly a sound
Noises that just grate and vibrate.
Where are the ones that comfort and soothe.
Where is beauty to end the barren sights all around.
One minute you find you can laugh
But soon the bony hand of fear
Clutches your heart and foreboding enters
Freezing your very soul.
Friendly faces turn sour, is it for a reason?
Or is just another page turning in life's book.
Nature plays a game with us, she calls it seasons
And she watches with laughter in her eyes
While we change ourselves to suit her moods
Why can't we change her?
Because for all our knowledge
WE KNOW NOTHING