Who Is Next

No date announced, No stipulated time given No clue about the venue No hint on how it will come Surely, it must take place How pleasant it will be when it takes place How sad we become when it takes place How fearful we become the moment it takes place. I look over the fields behold great flowers and plants Wow! what a beauty and nice fragrance Joy in the air like the news of a new baby. Shortly afterwards, i mean with just little time The joy got eroded The blossoms have withered The beauty has vanished They are not permanent in their earthly nature They change. They blossom and they wither away Their change is the only permanent thing we can see So they live in their turns, so they die in their turns not following any order But the love of their death is the law of new life. And so they always chorus: Who is next? The answer to that is always: We don't know Neither do i know. If we do not know who is next, then let ALL prepare. Let Everybody lives as if he is the next Since Somebody is the next Of course Anybody could be the next Let nobody thinks he can't be the next