Perverse the eye

That sees the wheel

And learns to fear

That Life can steal

—

By virtue of

The four above

We come to life

And from it move

—

Arising bright

From distant night

We feed and grow

And seek to know

—

Maturing strong

Enduring long

We make the world

Reflect our song

—

But voice must fade

Our notes degrade

And later years

Be passed in shade

—

From crown to toe

From ebb to flow

We feel the Life

Begin to go

—
Then inner eye

Beholds the lie

Which tutors teach

Of life on high

—

So, choose to live

Not die below

By being real

Within the flow

—
Perverse the eye

That sees the wheel

And learns to fear

That Life can steal

(c) Stephen Tanham, 2016