In the tapestry of existence, threads of life and death are sewn, A truth as old as time, universally known. Dying is part of living, a silent whisper in the wind, A chapter that concludes, for a new one to begin.
In every breath that fills the air, in every fading light, Is the promise of an ending, the day succumbing to the night. Yet within this cycle, a beauty so profound, In the moments we are given, where life’s true meanings are found.
The leaves that turn from green to gold, then gently fall away, Teach us that in letting go, new life will come someday. The setting sun that dips below, leaving skies of fiery hue, Reminds us that in endings, there’s beauty to be viewed.
For dying is not just a loss, a final, closing door, It’s a part of the journey, a tide upon life’s shore. It shapes our love, our legacy, the memories we’ve spun, The stories that will linger, long after we are gone.
So let us live with hearts wide open, let us love with depth and might, Embracing every sunrise, cherishing each night. For in the dance of life and death, a balance is achieved, And in the act of dying, we learn what it means to believe.
In this grand, eternal cycle, where endings mingle with beginnings, Our spirits find their freedom, our souls get new innings. Dying is part of living, a passage through time’s door, A journey into mystery, where love lives forevermore.
