Lifes Song

Feet planted firm upon the ground, my thoughts drift gently toward the sky. As mountaintops are heaven bound I cannot help but wonder why. Why do we have so little time, to live, to love, to tarry here, to find the rhythm, and the rhyme to see the future, oh so clear? When looking back life seemed so sure, but time, it was so swiftly spent. To be depressed could be a lure, but strength abounds, just slightly bent. Though time is short, my will is strong There is still time to hear life’s song.