Life and Death
Something happened and now its over
As we laid
in the grass.
Everything was fine, all green and clover
I think I missed it
when it went by, so fast.
I saw it and I keep looking for it
but now it's past.
Am I afraid of death, I know it not
will the moment be quick or a tiny spot.
What is life, complicated and slow,
or simple and still, does anyone know?
Alas, poor yorick, you are gone
Soon we will all be singing that song