Untitled - I Wonder

I wonder:
Why we are here.
What are we to do,
In this life of unknown road.
A life that will end,
And which we fear,
But will be someday covered
With a dirt-colored hood.

I look at the blue bright sky:
The beautiful evening high.
The Sun lights the clouds all day,
That for ever and ever in the height will stay.

The trees stand like green tall spikes:
They flow through the air we breath,
They cover the ground with life,
With just Sun and clouds for them to eat.

The animals walk the growing lands:
Explore all the mysteries between the trees,
Watching the clouds form cotton-flowing hands,
While gazing the Sun shining them all so deep.

What about me?
Am I not in this Nature free?
Can I not fly the sky so blue,
Or live in the forest world too?

Yes.
We fly the sky,
And we run over the land.
We swim over the seas,
And we climb thousands'trees.
So what's our path
In this world where we grow?
I think and I wonder...
Does anyone know?