Life

I Look up,

The moon and the stars are mine,

Reaching out and reaching in,

They are part of me; I am part of them.

I look down,

The grass is crushed beneath my feet;

But it lives.

Life is crawling, growing, feeding,

Reaching out and reaching in;

Death is wherever my eyes rest.

It's only an illusion,

The dance goes on;

We reach out,

We reach in.

by Carol