What is life
What is it's meaning
Age old questions since the brain of **** sapiens developed abstract contemplations

I wonder,
Could it's meaning be entirely subjective
And that life is simply a matter of perspective

We live in a vast and seemingly infinite universe
Isolated on this tiny grain of dust that we like to call Earth
To quote Sagan, on it
"Everyone you know, everyone you love,
Everyone who was,
Every human being you've ever heard of,"
Lived here

And that thought might be daunting
The complexities and mysteries of the cosmos may be haunting

But maybe we can find peace
In the inevitable fact that our existence will one day cease

So I open my mind to the thought,
Why should we worry about everyday grief
When to me,
This entire concept provides a sense of relief

Petals flutter softly in the fresh spring breeze
           The melancholy sky will soon take a leave

They fall to the ground with such grace and poise
           As if trying not to offend the air with any noise

Floral landscapes emerge filling the previously deceased ground
Bringing back life to the earth without even a sound

Blooming into existence for the gazing wanderer to admire
Filling children’s hearts with cheer and desire

It’s no wonder a passerby might feel heightened emotions
Gazing into the cyan hue of a blossom resembling the oceans

Inducing a spike of those happy neurotransmitters
Encouraging contentedness in everyone, even tiny critters

Photons trickle down after descending from the core of the sun
Nuclear fusion is a wonderful thing that is done

Showering our bodies with warmth as we expose our skin
Deep within our star is where it begins

Let photosynthesis bring forth nature’s charm and appeal
As foliage dines on their favorite meal

Sustaining a planet and allowing it to thrive
This season makes me feel truly alive