I looked down at my grandson, and a tear had filled his eye

He looked up and said “Papa, why is it things must die?”

His pleading eyes sought wisdom and I stammered just a bit

And tried to think, before I spoke, of proper words to fit

Into my explanation of life’s cycles on our Earth

And how each played a vital part defining living’s worth.

“The life we see about us, all the animals and plants

Grow to reach maturity when given half a chance

Time seems short for many things, which come and go quite fast

While others grow so slowly that it seems they’ll always last

And what we see as “dying”, though it seems an end, you see,

It’s only one more stage of life in what will come to be.”

And after I had said that, he pointed to the sky

“I see the stars at night”, he said, “THEY never seem to die.”

I told him that each point of light was once a living thing

Shining now eternally in the hopes that they might bring

Some kind of understanding that life’s journeys never end

We can only see beginnings with the time on Earth we spend.

By James Geehring

From: United States

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