Time flows, it always seems that is the case. Marching on towards an unknown end, so will we. Birth starts our journey upon a funny little hunk of rock making it’s way through space. Moving unending life, full of sorrow, joy, love, all shall be felt. Friends need meeting, families made, memories created. Unceasingly progressing onward winding into challenges though not stoped, or untarnished until finished, tired broken, laid for eternal rest. Slumber, peace, rest. Worm help nature reclaim us, return our bodies to that Mother Earth who breathed life into empty lungs filling, starting anew. Thus it starts over