Vagabond

I go around loitering, all day; lost in labyrinth! finding my way. Clasping trees and rocks, undoubted cheer; right before my eyes! progress of year. The wind blows and the rain descend, Its true! what comes must end. Wondering what, this roaming would avail; kicking! the leaves and picking the snails. Pain and fear, I doubt it could see; doesn’t know! death behold for thee. The bare ground, would it ever meet; the fruits! so red and sweet. Breathing heavily, as the sky blast; this evening! will soon be a past. The nature teaches us, in this green; The answer! can be clearly seen. I must leave, when death appears; In spite! all good wishes and tears. For all, god made to grow; One day! has to bid goodbye and go.