A Reflection. Poem by cheryl winter

As strangers,
We meet and greet,
And become friends,
Then go our separate ways,
Chained to time and distance.
In the dark of night,
Beetles cry and sing,
And rain drops fall,
Upon roof tops,
While we disappear from earth.
In sleep we travel in the cosmic realm,
Not knowing whither our souls may roam!
When daylight comes,
We travel back to earth,
Then start to breathe the air again,
Awakened by the sound,
Of chiming church bells,
Echoing in the early morn!
We toil and toil the whole day long,
Until the night comes again,
And once more we disappear,
To travel in the heavenly sphere!

PHIL WINTER.