What is the meaning of life?
What is the meaning of rain? What is the meaning of bees?
Can William Tell you of the arrow of time passing through his brain, or the smell of apples in the trees.
And don't think of a red fox running around a red barn, chasing a black rooster with feathers flying in the breeze, for there might be young lovers hiding in the loft, cuddling and afraid to sneeze.
The meaning of life is like a seemingly meaningless poem, its words a playful tease, a chance to see, or not see, whatever it is you please.
(Author's note: Is this poem meaningless, or does it contain hidden meaning? And if it contains hidden meanings, are they there intrinsically in the poem, or are they there in you, the reader?)