Some are born for lumber,
Some are farmers,
Others are healing, or engineering,
Mothers and fathers many are, too.
Long life or short ones,
We all have a meaning.
Some are enjoying,
Many denying.
Few are just watchers.
Scrutinizing meaning of meanings,
Stripping layer after layer,
Immovability path, backwards they take.
One is observing.
Guiding the watchers,
Through gardens of lead,
For a one be melted in One.