Travelling far and of a great time I stop to reflect
In the moment passing I find rest in watching life pass
Nature grows and dies in every instant
Born again anew and lost forever to the void
In the days past I find contempt with the restless soul
Harmony and discord exists ever constant
Clairvoyance remains always within oneself
In the years proceeded I contend myself with Nature in itself
Purity is that which has always an unchangeable force
Simplicity within the chaos that realms all
And as I near that final moment of my reality amongst this world
Tranquility fills my mind and I am at peace with everything
The flame of life always rises once from the ashes of the end
Always burning ever brighter and ever stronger
Your use of diction is exquisite. Great job!