All things fade
Rain washes away the deeds done
Somewhere on the earth, in the trees
On a winding path, where the fireflies
Like failing Christmas lights flicker.

writhe to write the next suffering soul
of vast darkness there there in a hell
senseless suffering so suffers here
make sense of here and now

Bright is the sunshine on sunny days
dark is nights human generating hell
onto each other, so suffering
is but a human existence how,

might the sky illuminate vast hearts lonely,
in her crimson glow terminate the soul
into every cell, dying dying
each night alone   suffering.

suffering the end alone, alone
to be born into this, must mean
nature is cruel or yet, seeing
seeing trust in a plan I see see

Voids, of reasoning, no human equations
equal this dark or can ever see
all the light ever shone from every star
or every Meaning.

flock to the jhil in December
the birds from the snow

merry goers catch them on lens.

some travel that far distance

like peafowls and hens

tasty with salad cucumber

end up on plates

adorned with spice.

some have a fate that's more nice

brought to the market
sold at high price

so they live grow up in age
with the sky ever beyond cage.

a few of us not knowing why

fall in love with jhil bird's eye.