The tree dies
but keeps on growing,
The soul dries up
but keeps on crying,
Lovers leave
but we keep on loving.
Our children keep growing,
But we keep on trying.
The mysterious darkness
keeps on descending,
Light will guide our way,
We are gone
but in memories
we live on.
The earth keeps
on spinning
but
we stand so still.
The ash remains
but we keep on
burning.
Everything is lost
but we keep on
finding.
In the place
between dreams
and awakening
everything is remembered
but we keep on forgetting.
The poem is done
but we keep on going,
The poetry is gone
but we keep on writing.