What is Life?

What is Life?

The Dream
Sprang as a brook
And I gaily sailed
It gurgled, burbled, and sloshed
In day

Bad dream
It barged in
In loathe I flew
It fluttered, swirled, wobbled 
In night

The Birth
Brings a life
And we dance with joy
To celebrate its advent
Always

The Death
Ends a journey
And we mourn its onset
To mark disapproval and pain
Ever

Life
Is a ride
With dreams and nightmares,
A cosmic chain of birth and death,
Is not?

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