As I sit in silent thought,

Of all the things I've been taught,

I ponder questions like who and why?,

Why am I here , and why not die?

I think about the simple life,

Working hard, loving a wife,

No problems but those of nature,

Surviving her forces and her anger,

Feelings deprived, unbelieved,

Her storms subside, and do relieve,

The pressures of the world around,

The sun reveled , it's warmth unbound,

To warm and heal the scars of the earth,

The scars of us, and the scars of birth.