Colin F. Jones

WE ALL ARE ONE

The essence of time is decay
Thus death is the essence of life,
Always the night and the day
Dividing love and strife.
Life is a precious moment,
Fleeting while it blooms;
A vibrant temporary garment
With matching mysterious plumes.
So what is our value, our worth?
Tis borne in the seedlings we lay.
We are part of the whole of the Earth
Linking the night with the day.
For one is combined with the many
To ensure the perpetual way