On top of the world he may be,
but satisfied not is he,
destined to move on,
search for faraway lands,
so nothing can sate his thirst,
a reprise for his never-ending curse,
to reap the grains and store them in a hearse,
a silo of his own desire,
an infinite craving for surplus,
roaming the cosmos alongside us,
destruction and mischief does he cast,
for planets and creatures in his path,
he seems them as trash,
disintegrates them into gas,
returns his victims to an elemental state,
and when it comes to time - he is never late,
for time follows him on his journey,
while he runs errands planting seeds,
serving up clean slates and vaporizing galaxies,
he is never hungry; for he has no needs,
he'll give you no mercy if you're on your knees,
there will be now warning before you're deceased,
so learn to face death with ease,
to walk through his doorway carried on a breeze,
and then thank him for his deeds,
for without him there would be no life,
no rabbits, no horses, no people, no bees,
the differences would be easy to see,
for we would have no life to lead,
no legs to move and no air to breathe,
no songs from the birds or the sway of the trees,
so let's take time to appreciate that which we cannot see,
the beauty in your eyes,
every pair of lovely eyes,
and every Buddha in disguise,
the visions we see in the sky,
when we witness someone cry,
watching your loved ones dies,
sharing with a special someone, a cherry pie,
having trust without any lies,
eating some deliciously hot french fries,
a tender caress of a warm thigh,
the world we experience through our mind's eye,
taking of a bite of juicy apple before it dries,
and seeing the sunrise,
are some of the reasons,
for a better world,
we shall strive.