The best is yet to come

With arms open

Each day invites us to itself

It smiles knowingly

Preparing to play the tune

Telling us the best is yet to come

Every season has its own dance

The earth watches every passing fad

She gives a knowing smile

Having witnessed much more before

She seas bubbles of energy expiring

White hair soon emerging

Body shapes changing

Only knowledge remaining

Wherever we are treading

Others before have trodden

We are not the first

And we are not the last

Each day passing

Draws us closer to all the ending

We protested our coming

Help us to know the answer

To each day inviting

We are all players

In one large surrounding

We came to play our part

And others come as we depart

With each passing another is gone

And the difference is the same