Soul and Body Return

 

The soul, a fleeting thing,
A spirit that soars and sings,
Returns to the vast expanse
Of the universe to dance.

Once housed within a mortal frame,
The body now returns to earth again,
To rest beneath the soil and trees,
To nourish and enrich the earth with ease.

But the soul, it does not die,
It soars on high,
Through the endless expanse of space,
A perpetual, ethereal race.

It travels through the stars and galaxies,
A bright and shining entity,
A beacon of light and love,
Sent from the heavens above.

And as it travels through the endless night,
It leaves behind a trail of light,
A reminder of its time on earth,
A celebration of its worth.

So let the body rest beneath the ground,
As the soul takes flight, unbound,
And let the universe be its guide,
As it travels on, forever free to glide.