I had some questions, I asked a friend,

What is my purpose? Where is the end?

What happens to us when we all die?

Do we turn to ghosts ready to fly?

He smiled at me and nodded his head,

“How stupid you are,” he grinned and said.

Don’t you know that you will turn to dust?

All the laws of science are just and must!

If the light is gone, dark will appear,

Why should the darkness cause the fear?

You are up one day, bashful and gay. 

Next day, you are dead, sleeping all day.

I looked at my friend and asked again,

What’s the nature of water in rain?

Water in oceans is rough and cold,

It dies into steam when heat is bold.

Rises to clouds, like a wingless bird,

Reborn as rain, which I’m sure you heard.

How do you know that when I am dead,

I do not come back with proof, be said?

He looked at me, glaring, and told me so;

foolishness is bliss; how do you know?

I told him to trust and follow your heart;

go within yourself, but yet depart.

Further and further into your soul,

Sometimes, science is out of control. 

I told him about the moth and flame,

how he loves fire, and himself to blame.

He starts like a worm crawling on ground,

then dies in cocoons, round and round.

He will be reborn after he’s dead,

He grows wings and legs, flying instead.

I told him about living and life;

Living and dying, always in strife.

The water in rain moths and weeds;

came all from the steam, worm, and seeds.

One day, I will be drinking the dew,

Drunk in the rainbow, singing adieu.

He started to think of moths and rain,

 looked at me, and smiled walked in vain.

He left me and slowly nodded his head;

Thinking of dying once he is dead.

I did not see him ever again,

but heard that he was dancing with rain. 

1/20/2016 Haloo