Ode to the Pattern of Life

 The sky is blue, the grass is green
This much I know
The deer will run, the horse will graze, the bird will preen
And the moonlight will glisten like starlight on the snow
The child will laugh, the crone will sigh
The mother will worry over her brood
We all will live, and then we'll die
Even though some will think the concept is crude
We all will suffer, we all will grin
We all will argue, we all will love
We all will offer a hand, then turn around and sin
We all will worry about our lives, and wonder what's watching from above
We all will listen with an awed fear as the wolf howls
And wish that we had that sort of freedom
And all that time, our hearts will yowl
And mourn over our boredom