Reincarnation, what is that?
A fantasy for a few,
With hopes and dreams of better times
That hold a life come true.

As I walk along my chosen path,
A field of flowers along the way,
I see the beauty that is my life
As it glows through every day.

A humble soul I am this time
As my travels take me near and far.
I kneel to touch the warm red earth,
My head leans back to see a star.

The twinkling, winking star above
Seems to speak to me of past
Travelers that have come this way,
And tell of messages that can last.

Without a thought within my head
I stand and reach my hands up high
And say to those who wandered here
I accept your message on the by.

The path did feel as naught, as air
Beneath my feet did seem;
As I continued on my way
I did glide as in a dream.

The winking lights up in the sky
Cast a glow along the ground
Enabling me to see the way
To which my birth was set and bound.

Reincarnation? What is that, you say
As time moves on, It is one
More chance at life, Death? you say;
Just another life begun.