All leaps and bounds grace the skies with laughter,
The flight to freedom never seems so close
While mists blows with no consequence after,
Happiness follows knowing not its ghost.
Slowly petals descend off the white rose,
Its fragile form ever bestow a kiss
Caught and battered by the winds endless blows
Falling as always into abyss.
Above in heaven all answers do lie,
Yet the emergence from below of fun
Will survive the passage after we die,
So, lives shall ride on the path of the sun.
As long as all beings break from the cast,
Ever will the innocence of man last.