When sunshine streams between the leafy topped trees
A lone man sits basking in the sun
In the quest for sense and sensibility
He wanders far and wide
Birth, death and rebirth are nothing but the cycles of life
Piece by piece knowledge and wisdom come through trials of ice and fire
Truth, destiny, life and fate are all meaningless yet one and the same
The dry air blows like a lover’s kiss so near and yet so far away
Placing a hand on his bosom, he listens to the rhythmic beat of life
Thud..thud..thud..a beat skipped!
Finally, the time had arrived
A time to enter the garden of life
The time to break free from the shackles that bind his soul
Near to death and so close to life.