The circle is created by an ebb and flow;
living waters are beached on life’s shore;
once on the beach, there’s no place to go;
waters must ebb; then return once more.
On the shores of life, a new dawn arises;
the tide of humanity comes rolling in;
like all other waves, it’s full of surprises;
for, it’s how each life shall begin.
The beaches are filled with seeds of life;
of every kind, and every nature;
with consciousness to deal with all strife;
all within it, is nomenclature.
Thoughts brought about in the stiff sea breeze;
converted to words and then life;
a process that would bring all to their knees;
and seek out a partner, or wife.
The Master Creator, who ordered the waves in;
created a rhythm to facilitate its flow;
He designed all complexities for life to begin;
but, needed a place it could go.
He considered a life that would go on forever;
but where would such rainbows end;
a circular reality, was the obvious endeavor;
where death, could become a friend.
Two kingdoms in one, became his reply;
life was to be born in a place called earth;
would learn how to love, and then die;
and then would experience rebirth.