Signs

 

I was sitting under the shade of a tree

When my mind started roaming free

The eyes looked around and observed with glee

When my mind started roaming free

The flow of wind as it hit my face

The motion of stars as they flew through space

The sun and the moon bore witness to His grace

The stillness of time as it flew through space

What is life but endless strife?

Is this the limit of the Artisan’s knife?

Or is there something greater?

Like the magma underneath the volcano’s crater?

Is man loyal or is he a traitor?

Will he die or will he meet his Maker?

Signs for those who see

Signs for those whose minds roam free