It’s the twilight times and fireflies
And the scent of jasmine fills the air,
Birdsong echoes from the trees
The sights and sounds of summer fair.
Each day brings forth a new miracle
And imagination spreads its wings to fly
Spurring me to reach my spiritual pinnacle
where eternal life awaits unwaveringly by.
I wonder where all the years have gone by
But then one wakes to: what good am I?
Regretfully letting all the world go by—
So now I turn my back and quietly lie.