It is true to say that life goes on,
The wheel keeps turning day after day.
People come and people go, the seasons
Keep on changing - day follows night -
The sun rises and the sun sets. The sun
Dries the ground and rain wets it again.
The autumnal winds take the dead leaves
From the mighty oak tree - the gentle
Springtime sun and showers help them
To grow again. The rosebush buds and blooms
In full summer beauty - then it dies again -
But it will bud and bloom again next year.
The tide ebbs and flows each day -
Washing in and out - rising and falling
Pulled by the gravitational force of the moon.
We are just little and insignificant -
Part of nature's huge machine.
We have come and surely we will go again
And life will go on - just as it did before.
Nobody is indispensable or irreplaceable.
Don't have an over-inflated sense of importance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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