I felt the waves of sorrows ebb in;
and the waves of tears, flow out;
an example, how depression begins;
what the cycles of life are about.
How can joy, transform to sadness;
or sorrows, turn into joy?
It seems like a form of madness;
these cycles of life, employ.
Great wisdom, generates great pain;
understanding, oft makes us sad;
once you think there’s nothing to gain,
something, makes you feel glad.
Sands of life; all flooded with despair;
till, at last, the flood waters abated;
new flooding came in, from everywhere;
my soul, maintained grief, saturated.
The cycle of life; constantly changing;
the heartbeat, timing it’s rhythm;
the body and soul; energies exchanging;
binding their natural schism.
The soul was God’s creation of man;
purely an energy being;
the body carried the soul, as per plan;
motivated by hearing and seeing.
The physical body soon withered away;
the soul ebbed back into the sky;
the body was dead and gone to decay;
but, the soul would never die.