Rising up, in early light
with bits of joy and sorrow,
as days go by
and nights do pass,
into a new tomorrow
and so it is, as days go by,
as nights go yon and hither,
while age descends,
upon our minds
and flesh begins to wither,
as we grow old.
I'll not write of snakes or fleas,
As I prefer the birds and bees.
Nature provides all with many a thing,
Some with beauty and some that sing.
The color we see, in the morning light,
That disappears in the darkest night,
As life goes on, a single item.
It's a great World, ad infinitum.