You are born, and then you die.
Life consists of the days between.
Live and love, laugh and cry.
The source of it stays unseen.

As you grow, you never know
How you came to be alive.
You only know, the row you hoe
Will help you to survive.

Your organism will die some day,
Like a flower, a dolphin or bird.
As you pray to stay some way,
Eternal souls may be absurd.

Born into this world of wonder,
Full of colors and infinity,
Amid rain and sounds of thunder,
Hoping to exist for eternity.

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