The Curtain Falls Part 1

It just could be the Most pure thing of all, Unsettled in the sky It waits yet to fall. The essence of life, An angle of death, An infant screaming Takes its first breath. Merged and falls down Together as if to say, “Not everything depends on How much you work, but play. And love, and praise for All those good days, Living life to its fullest In all its possible ways.” Patiently hoping and Waiting I shall stand, With one single open Outstretched hand.