What is a day?
When does tomorrow begin,
     by clock, by hour,
     by sunlight at rise,
     by song of bird,
     or crow of rooster?

And what of storms that cloud the skies,
     does day not come without the sun?

What of a week, a year, a lifetime?
Scant second on earth we spend,
     even for those at one-hundred.

Will the sun set on the day I die?
Will the ocean waves drive the sand,
     a flower grow, a tree rise new,
     or will it end with my reality?

What is a day, 
     but the passing of a life?