Barely Breathing

We hear it in the whispering breeze
In the pattering of rain.
It radiates from mighty trees,
In nature it doth reign.

The skies above emit the love
Though cloudlike bruises grow,
And keep us gazing up above
To wish a sign would show.

Mass confusion mixes in
We’re sure and sometimes not.
Is there something deep within
Or do we die and rot?

So many questions plague the mind
Though in our magic hour
We stop, we see, we feel, we find
The spirit in the flower.

Now we know for sure the truth,
The life force does not die.
The problem is we seek for proof
With just the naked eye.

So you see, we were right first time
We knew it when loved ones passed.
Humanity becomes divine
And this we know will last.

We hear it in the whispering breeze
In the pattering of rain.
It radiates from mighty trees,
In nature it doth reign.

Then when we die we try to show
Our spirit to the living,
And this is what we come to know
When we’re barely breathing.