There is a future pull that directs our life, sometimes deliberate
We all arrive here with the firm notion that we have to proliferate
And reside for an interminable length of time, quite without cease
The thought of death is unacceptable, almost tantamount to sacrilege
Our life moves through interesting phases, each of which intoxicates
There is no room here for introspection, as we busily prognosticate
About life's events, those that are done, and those that need planning
Never once does the mind slow down enough to ask: What is life's meaning?
We observe Nature's display all around: a surfeit of pure pedagogy
Yet, our goal has been to study about Nature, always intent on category
We are so intent on classifying nature, placing labels, thus negating
Whereas it has been placed by Divine Will, so our journey can be liberating
Nature shows that life moves in a cycle, shedding a coat for new pelt
Brushing aside the crumbling leaf, and in its place a new hand is dealt
There is no self righteous desire in Nature's denizens to live eternal
Death is welcomed as a pleasant interlude, intermittent in life's journal
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