Soon the bulbs will burst out into flower
Whether I am living or am dead
The sun will shine before and after showers
Life may be a minute or an hour
Remember what the prophets ancient said
Still the bulbs will burst out into flower
The cruel Assad in Syria has his power
No doubt he delights himself in bed
The sun will shine and then will come the showers
Donald Trump’s bright face does not allure
Destroying truth so even Satan’s mad
Regardless bulbs will burst out into flower
Bibi builds his walls, says that’s the cure
Yet hang gliders from hills might hit his shed
The sun can shine precisely as rain pours
Walls and wars with guns and gas ahead
Bombs will break the boredom of the dead
Soon the bulbs will burst out into flower
The sun will shine regardlesss , it’s not ours.

Yes, we are just a small part of the Universe, thank goodness.I hope you had a good time over the New Year.Yes,I am writing some new poems.So glad you like them
Thank you.Warmest wishes to all your family for 2019,Katherine
Yes, Katherine, life is eternal and follows patterns that are everlasting too There is solace in that.. Thank you for this poem. I have been out of the country lately, but am happy I returned in time to read this. I can see you’re writing is going well, and that’s good. I hope your life is too.
Fondest wishes, dear Katherine
David