Birth And Death Poem by Fouad Oodian

BIRTH AND DEATH
No one knows the decision of the hour it is as the twinkling of the eye or even quicker.
It is God who begins the process of creation; then repeats it, and then shall we be brought back to Him.
So what is time?
The coming is always joyful but the departure is always a distress.
The receiver laugh but the mourner cries.
All is doing by the twinkling of the eye faster than the travel of the light.
A white star coming from the depth of the sky is quickly surrounded by others stars of the same color.
It is guided to a particular place, how he got to this destination only himself knows.
He then changed like a comet and crossed the time.
Has it undergo the trial of fire?
He penetrated the terrestrial atmosphere, the sky was reddish, and the transformation started.
He took the form of a white bird of a rare species and passed behind the mountain in the darkness night.
He crashed into the ocean, calm and black, speedily.
He traveled on the sea like a ball bouncing here and there.
His travel end on the beach and got his real form.