• Life, is all around us.
    You can see it, touch it, and hear it.
    It always brings me to tears,
    when we tear it down.
    Its hard for me to bear it.
    It reminds me about that poem,
    About fire and ice.
    It always sounded nice.
    But when i thought about it,
    it was verry unpleasent.
    It meant that life as we know it will one day die.
    and thats what makes me cry.
    i will miss the sky,
    when its time for me to go.
    All you should do is, not look for the new,
    but look for the old.
    Its something to be cherished,
    they always tell you something about the perished.