Round and round

covered

with life

coloured

by light

young

and old

with noise

or in silence

coming

and going

round

and round

always

again

and nothing

new

under the sun

everything

idle

and striving

after wind

as the clouds

are disappearing

so life

seems

to end

in emptiness

still

there is

marvelous beauty

in existing

and in the eyes

of the beholder

all because

of the source

and the goal

of life