The song birds glide upon a breeze;
The wind gently moves the rustling leaves.
How marvelous is the air, so crisp when it snows,
And the warmth of the sun,
Like bathing in gold.
An aroma so sweet can make one smile,
As it brings back a memory
From when you were a child.
And just how sacred was that first breath,
And how sorrowful the one
Stolen by death.
So, it is clear: there are many meaningful things
That by our best mortal endeavors,
simply cannot be seen.
Now remember this well--do not fall for the lie.
There is so much more to your existence
Than can enrapture the human eye.