Flourishing Life and reaping Death
A fated relationship,
One which dooms greenery into ash
Although strife is expected
Death shall be respected
Aware of the destruction and pain
Death’s question remains,
“Why must I be destined to destroy Life’s beauties?”
“Why must I cut short the beginnings of buds,
And push forth a frost which kills them off?”
But through it all,
Life will answer his call
As long as there is growth,
There must be the sweet release of decay
Your sleighing is justified,
Don’t allow your doubts to waste you away