ALSphere Foundation
The Circle of life,
The infinite ring,
Where it begins
When shall it end,
Who sings In between
Who earned in the
canteen?
All of this turns to mere
experiences,
,some good some better
with a jitter.
What we make of it,
Is what really matters.
Age and size no bar,
Life is an instrument
to play,
and each one is a star!
The silver oaks stand tall,
A few may bend and
some may buckle.
The fact is, they are
Where we shall be
tomorrow.
Old age is a blessing,
not all live to see
many beautiful sunrises,
a spectrum of memories.
A handful of us break
the dawn,
Playing on these
vibrant village drums!
The drums echo,
the ancient calls..
The circle of life
grows with every
beat and fall.
I am, is as we all are!
What goes up, shall
come around,
to rotate the Circle
of Life!
The infinite ring,
Where it begins
When shall it end,
Who sings In between
Who earned in the
canteen?
All of this turns to mere
experiences,
,some good some better
with a jitter.
What we make of it,
Is what really matters.
Age and size no bar,
Life is an instrument
to play,
and each one is a star!
The silver oaks stand tall,
A few may bend and
some may buckle.
The fact is, they are
Where we shall be
tomorrow.
Old age is a blessing,
not all live to see
many beautiful sunrises,
a spectrum of memories.
A handful of us break
the dawn,
Playing on these
vibrant village drums!
The drums echo,
the ancient calls..
The circle of life
grows with every
beat and fall.
I am, is as we all are!
What goes up, shall
come around,
to rotate the Circle
of Life!
