From The Dark We Come And To The Dark We Shall Return

We come out of night.

Oh brief delight.

The song of the bird

A loving word

All are heard.

Nature’s scent

Our lives are spent

In joy and pain.

In the end ‘tis all the same.

From the dark womb

We come

For a time dally under the sun

Then to the tomb.

It is over all to soon.