Terry D. Sutherland

LIFE

The world we live turns round and round
It never changes; it never stops
We know when it turns and where it’s bound
As sure as thunder and blue rain drops
From a distance we hear the sound
Of thunder claps in high tree tops
The rain makes green; takes away the brown
The sun warms flowers and mountain tops
A child is born only to raise grain crops
And toil live long until he drops
Then he thinks he’s heaven bound
He’s heard that from a sacred sound
He’s sure there’s more than what he’s found
And life goes on it never stops
Another born, another drops toiling still on heaven’s crops
The only hope is that there is a soul
That insists that good should be man’s goal
Evil is but man’s decline; knowing what man defines
Should it be true and the end comes soon
It’s because men’s souls populate sky and moon
Until then life goes on; it never ends, it never stops
Another born, another drops