In fleeting life, we chase the wind
Prioritizing appearance, we forget within
The soul, a flame that flickers bright
Longing to rise, to shine with all its light

Yet, we bury the body, deep in the ground
While the essence ascends, without a sound
A paradox of values, a mismatched creed
A call to reevaluate, to plant a new seed

Let us nurture the soul, let it be our guide
For in its depths, our true beauty resides
Not in external shells, but in inner grace
A radiance that time and space won't erase

May we align our actions with our heart's desire
And let the soul's ascent be our one true fire.

If the appearance is more important than the soul, then why would the soul rise up to the sky after death and we bury the body in the ground?