LIFE

Life doesn't stop at every juncture
it chooses it's path and continues
just as the mighty rivers form deltas
and spread it's water to places anew

Like the beautiful seasons
our life changes
once there's autumn,
which to spring ranges.

Like a pen that works so fine
is life of your's and mine
the refill has to end
to be replaced by another pen

Like energy that can neither be created nor destroyed
the soul just immortally lies
As energy can only be converted from one form to another
If one life departs from the earth
it welcomes the entry of another.