The Cycle of Nature

A strong thought was itching my mind, on a bright morning breezy wind; A thought questions the reality of world, the beliefs that helped us mould; The idea of world peace is at stake, losing the beliefs was a mistake; Maybe there is no actual god to watch, but the idea kept us from sabotage; The idea of immortality might be mortal, yet we were kept busy by that portal: Maybe the miracle is more of a fantasy, but the idea showed us ecstasy; A strong thought was itching my mind, it kept running until the evening wind; On the pursuit of answer,I found destiny; The destiny is to keep the cycle moving.