dust has to return, night has a day
as the sky in the heaven, the night has fall into darkness
the air blown to the highest height, the wave return to the shore
as the moutain tall looks in the ocean floor, the bird sings
man has to find, the destiny it brings
as the flowers that blooms, the stream goes to the river raged
birth that laugh, to the pangs it offers
as the gift tastes, the sweet rejoice in the halos of midst
brings as you gives, the heart that survive, to the laughter that pass by
make the best for everything you take, all are just fake, to what you made
the sounding joy you hears, is what you know that, all are just new, where everything will be for you
moment is true, time is made, days are counted, in the birth life
has started, live the best and God take the rest
air is but a breath in the end we will pass, clean the heart, the purest
soul make it last, for the gold is not silver and everything will turn to
dust
Antonio Liao
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gold-are-not-silver/
