Death

In the grand cycle of existence, we all must play our part,

For death, too, is a chapter in the story of every heart.

It's not an end but a transition, a bridge to the unknown,

A natural part of life's design, seeds in the wind are sown.

From the moment we are born, our journey has a date,

A destination in the distance, an inevitable fate.

Like autumn leaves that gently fall, or waves upon the shore,

Death is but a chapter in the book we can't ignore.

In its shadow, we find purpose, in its wake, we seek our truth,

For the brevity of life itself is the secret of our youth.

Death reminds us to embrace each day, to cherish what we hold,

For in its silent whispers, stories of life are told.

It's not a foe to be defeated, nor a specter to evade,

But a part of our existence, a debt that must be paid.

Through the tears of loss, we find the strength to mend,

And in the face of mortality, we learn to comprehend.

Death, the great equalizer, knows no worldly bounds,

It touches kings and paupers, in every corner it is found.

Yet in its finality, we discover a profound grace,

For it teaches us humility in this vast and wondrous space.

It's not the end but a beginning, a passage to the unknown,

A journey to the stars, where our essence may be sown.

In the hearts of those who loved us, in the stories that we leave,

Death is but a part of life, a gift we must receive.

So let us live our lives with purpose, with love, and with grace,

For death, as part and parcel, in life's eternal embrace.

It guides us to the meaning, to the depths of what we see,

In the grand tapestry of existence, death is our legacy.