Mushroom Life
If of diamond life is fabricated
wont for naught death be?
If in strong room life is kept
will for ages it last the treats of time?
If in rings of knights life is placed
can the shields remain formidable in all?
How did life leave so soon
could she have left the fortress of safety?
We cannot easily comprehend what’s above us
but can only be explaining by living on
Because rather on trust and faith our lives are hinged,
amidst spears and arrows our faces beams with hope
Our tomorrow we only wish to grasp yet make plans for
We cost the price of the unseen lucky to guessed rightly
life grows like mushrooms
some plucked away still young
Yet others grow grey before they time out
We open our eyes to see things this way
They’ll remain this way when we close them
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