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A mayfly flits amongst the mists,
Searching desperately for soulful company.
A destined mate, cautiously ambles over,
Caution for the union spelt certain doom.

Mating ensued and with that,
The complexities of life, intertwined with destiny,
Interwoven into Nataure's oracles,
Finally unfurled and unknotted,
The frayed ends sadly free from the anchor of desire.

But with the mating comes vigour and a burning desire to fulfill the destined goal.
The goal of life, to celebrate and glorify living
By creating it in a bundle of joy,
A trophy of elation, a symbol of love.

On his deathbed, still strong and able,
Life seeps impatiently out of him.
His child, mourning with his eyes,
Whispers by his father's side, "Why?"
A depth of sadness stabs into his innocence.

With the birth came the death,
With the birth came young innocence,
With the death went young innocence,
Nature's sour lesson,
Irony begets irony.

"We are entrusted with life,
by our parents, and they, their parents.
The essence of living is passed on eternally,
so fly freely for I fly with you,
whisper and I hear you,
and live,
for I am the life within you.

Darrel Lim '96

Ps. To fully understand this poem you must know that a mayfly has a very very short life span of a few days and it's soul purpose of existence seems to be mating only.