Mysterys Poem by Tim Rawson

Its a mystery how we live and breathe
A mystery how life is conceived
A mystery how an embryo
Not only lives but will breathe and grow

Its a mystery how the world evolved
A life long question we'll never solve
The things we're told, the way we're led
Why aren't the grass and clouds colored red?

Its a mystery why so far in space
There are no people, no color or no race
No one to lead, no one to follow
A reminder why some lives seem so hollow

Its a mystery how the human heart
Gives us life right from the start
Pumps our blood and makes us grow
Yet breaks so easy when someone lets us go

Its a mystery how we live and breathe
And all of life's big moments we try and seize
From the day we're born till they lay us to rest
We strive to succeed in this lifelong quest

Its a mystery why we would hide our tears
Along with some shame, some thoughts and some fears
“Better days ahead” as they say
Try and not let pride stand in your way