Musings From The Edge: A Journey Of Life

Oceans and seas begin as rivers, rivers as streams
Streams begin as runoff, runoffs mere drops of water
Vast forests begin as a few trees, a few trees as just one
A tree begins as a seedling, a seedling as a simple seed

All things begin simply, and grow much greater
Only to end their life quietly, as if they were never there
The drop recedes into the sea, it is lost among its mass
The seed becomes a great tree, then is someone’s floor

Humans can to be different, only if they choose
Birth and passing no doubt, may easily go unnoticed
Life begins as a small path, but can lead to great wonders
It may be small to some, or great to others close by

Is it to remain simply dirt, or improved along the way
Will it remain a path, or grow, expanding til its final days
Will it lay down a base, others to build upon
Or will it simply disappear, and suddenly be gone

Humans are the conscience, with the will to make a choice
To leave the world a better place, than t’was when they sprung forth
Self absorb and self consumption, leads them to their demise
A lonely dirt road, ending in a path to a mere muddy swamp

Life is like a road, with a beginning, a middle, and an end
Where it starts means little, and it is sure to end
One will only be thought of, after passing to the unknown
For the improvements to the highway, that has be traveled on