I am standing naked on a

smooth, round Earth.

There is nothing here but me.

No objects and no people.

I am tired, so I look

My life has become a brittle bouquet
Of dead red roses in rapid decay
And all that I thought one day I could be
Is now

Life is the sun in the morning with ray shining down

The moon at night with an eerie glow on the ground

A spring time rain

Life is a struggle between what is wrong and what is right
It is expending energies against the ordinary and the might
We

As delicate as the breezing wind,

As strong as the storming gale,

As confident and radiant as the shinning sun,

As mysterious