To Be Aware
An innocent bird chirps;
there is plenty of seed.
A deer grazes;
where grass is
there is his home
Happy are animals,
who enjoy life
as it is.
Happy here and now,
nothing else exists.
Regretfully I have
too much knowledge,
too much awareness
of what is to come.
Life's brief duration,
I worry too much.
I know time
is sweeping me
inevitably
towards old age,
preventing me
from giving my body and soul
to happiness.
Sometimes the thought
flashes through my mind –
why were we told
about our end?