In the cycle of life, where time's relentless hand does bend,
A truth we all must face, that everything dies at the end.
From the tallest tree to the smallest wren,
In the grand tapestry of existence, all must meet their end.
The sun will set, the stars will fade,
In the vast expanse of eternity, all will eventually wade.
The mountains will crumble, the rivers will dry,
As the wheel of time turns, all must say goodbye.
But in this inevitable dance of life and death,
There lies a beauty in every parting breath.
For in the ending, there is a new beginning,
A chance for rebirth, a cycle never ceasing.
So let us not fear the embrace of the night,
For in the darkness, there shines a guiding light.
And let us cherish each moment, each fleeting breath,
Knowing that in the end, there is peace in death.