End Of Days.

Why is it that man can travel into space and yet is unable to feed a starving child, will He ever learn ?

End Of Days.

 

Isn’t life strange when you stop and think?
of the ups and downs that there are.
When at times you may feel on top of the world
and those times every thing seems so afar.

 

You wake to the sounds of this world at dawn,
as the birds sing their welcoming songs.
Of sunlight shining through trees in bud
And the dew glistening from silvery thongs.

 

The web that was spun in a whisper,
while the world was asleep and at peace.
Who would dare to imagine that all this could end,
when all of our laughter would cease.

 

We all take for granted that which life’s given us,
its beauty and wonders we ignore.
For when it has gone and it’s too late for sorrow.
Then our tears, they will fall, no more.