Two bookends, creation and destruction
In between, space to grow, for the body and mind
There’s a reminder, in every thought
Silently created and destroyed, not by us
We are just a witness, to a spectacle
Stretching from the micro- to the macrocosm
With our mind, it is hard to create, easy to destroy
Peace, wealth, love, health and success
Our hands are not large enough to hold universe’s creations
But certainly strong enough to destroy our world, if we let it
What’s created is destined for destruction
Only the body, but not great inventions of the mind
