The Earth is not all dead and cold
Wisdom is not always just found in the old
The sky turns black but it always turns blue
Each day presents itself with something else new
In the air you breathe are years of existance
Polluting it are those of nature's resistance
When you can't see the sun, look to the moon
The stars will teach you their melodic tune
The Heavens above are what we seek for down here
Yet it is what we crave that we massively fear
Why can't we wake up to a happier mind?
To retrieve all that innocence long ago left behind?
Once a man asked me if I knew all to be told
I told him "No sir, I am far too old"