The Mystery

It's not really.

We know this world;

we understand

the main rules.

If you're born

you have to eat,

you have to eat

something that was alive

and then you have

to die yourself.

Simple rules,

we just don't like them.

The fields are gray,

the mountains white

today in midwinter,

and tomorrow will be spring,

and life will be hungry

again and again.