Reflective Vibes

Mine

The sun sings to the moon at dusk
Oh bright moon of the night
Won't you come out and play;
Conquer the blue vast yonder
As every soul beneath ponders
Are there any more hours
Left on their countdown
To cease breathing.

Oh life
The having to witness humanity
Plus all its magic and cruelty
The magic of love and nature
Wind and mountain tops
Then gaze upon torture
From one man to the other
When selfishness crops.

Honey shall never lack from the wax
As the bee continues to work
A lazy man should be repeatedly told
To live out his life in the cold
For he doesn't deserve the warmth
Of another man's dripping sweat
Hand him a fishing line and bait
His instincts will guide his north!