I pass this impassable ordeal in the oceans of life bouncing back and forth on its billows Searching the futile meaning.
Which cosmic force instilled the powers of serendipity in the primordial confusion? How did I emerge out?
Am I not a renegade who trampled upon the pristine, inert dust’s company?
The leaves get spawned from your tree to be scattered down in the autumn’s breeze; Through the single-celled beings, animals, birds and the primates a civilization dims at the pinnacle where man’s search begins.
And the torch of enquiry gets passed to the greener foliage from the yellow ones. Is the earth the cradle of growth or is its culture inchoate in a high tech universe?
Can it romp with its treasure for eons? Or is it a puff ball? With its orbiting ball of fluff to be changed to gas with all its forms of life?