Kaleidoscope

January 19, 2013

Life is at its end

And death at its beginning

What once was,

Now is not.

What was once, but a bud.

Now withered to give way,

To a new day.

And the night is now dawn;

And dusk sets in again.

A rejoiced life is now gone.

And a glorious death has to but come.

The eagle flies above,

While its prey lies below.

Each waiting for its fate.

And on towards the pearly gates!

Age has set in,

In buildings and people

No cosmetic surgeries

Or new beginnings

The heights of glory

Now tells a sad story

Ages bygone

Now standing in the ruins.

The cat strays on to the road,

While the dog has his say.

The caterpillar moves on,

And becomes the butterfly

Eaten by the owl

Who was on the prowl

While the humans glide on

Merely existing on this plane

Using and abusing

But like all on this earth

All waiting for the end

For the circle to complete itself

Each end a new beginning

And each beginning must but end

Joy of death and sorrow of life

Each a must

In this kaleidoscope called life.