The Passing

Here and Gone

Crafted so delicately

in Gods hands we're made.

We grow, we shine, we live,

produce our fruit and bear

meaning of life for ourselves

and many others unknown.

We fall flat on our face,

tryin to hard

to be on our own.

Then we stand tall

not on our own feet

and make our father proud.

Our mission is done,

we have complected what

we were made for

we have pollinated and

made smiles on other faces.

Now it's time to go home...

Father is waiting... arms open wide.