Defining the reasons of my existence
Is too astonishing to comprehend.
Is it love
Is it children
Is it war
Is it ordinary
Or is it everything?
They say the bird will call your name,
When your looking up the grass.
Will you just hear the bird,
Or will you appreciate it enough to listen?
Some day you will have to make that decision.
Will you be able to hold this creature
Or will it disintegrate in your palms?
So cherish this remarkable speck of life.
Otherwise you won't be listening from beneath the grass,
Because it will be silent,
It will ignore that you are there
And you will be alone,
In the cold dark pits of death and soil.