Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Jun 1, 2007 1:30:48 GMT -5
Why is Life?
“Why is life like a bottomless sea?”
The ebb of tides is never-ending.
Devastation can come in one huge wave,
Or gently glides you, into shore.
”Why is life like the shining sun?”
Its radiance never ceases to glow.
Harsh heat often sets the earth ablaze,
Or softly warms us on a winter’s day.
”Why is life like the lilies of the field?”
They stand so tall in their Sunday best.
Winter winds causes them to tilt and bend,
Or they dance around in a summers breeze.
”Why is life like a shooting star?”
Sometimes you see it, sometimes not.
Leaving a trail of light across the evening sky,
Or gone in an instant, to be no more…
© Chrissy Siggee
“Why is life like a bottomless sea?”
The ebb of tides is never-ending.
Devastation can come in one huge wave,
Or gently glides you, into shore.
”Why is life like the shining sun?”
Its radiance never ceases to glow.
Harsh heat often sets the earth ablaze,
Or softly warms us on a winter’s day.
”Why is life like the lilies of the field?”
They stand so tall in their Sunday best.
Winter winds causes them to tilt and bend,
Or they dance around in a summers breeze.
”Why is life like a shooting star?”
Sometimes you see it, sometimes not.
Leaving a trail of light across the evening sky,
Or gone in an instant, to be no more…
© Chrissy Siggee