The fall of rain drops on the pavement,
The tussle of trees by a gentle summer breeze,
The movement of clouds passing over to beyond,
A brilliant flash of thunder over the distant horizon,
The echoes of canticles sang by birds,
The march of life led by a myriad of souls;
Here today,
Gone tomorrow.

Who are you?
Why are you here?
Do you have anything worth living for?