Existence is a mystery unknown to mankind
Subject without a verb our eyes that are blind
Derived from the chronicle of a forbidden fruit
Instrument of magic, a tune to a whimsical flute

A garment embroidered with tragedies & fright
Still seems to shimmer among tears from sunlight
Tattered but studded amid the essence of hope
The bittersweet hardships that teach us to cope

Hostilities lay waste to the gardens once green
We are the ones that caused the beauty to bleed
But alas it is life’s blood that contorts our petty fates
Life absorbs the cruel but the cruel makes it great

Charmed with the terms winter spring summer & fall
Vicious thoughts & blacks shadows do like to enthrall
Yet the living and the dead balance wrong from right
Rotten or ripe, all things drape from a tree called life