The beauty of Death

while flowers bloom in the spring and depart in the fall
no end implies no beginin’ theres reason to all
from the joy to the suffering, time surely does pass
its beautiful and confusing but time always lasts
dignified by the coming of youth, death is not fear
its just the purest of truth, a cycle is obvious
and the cycle maintains, every good story must come to its end
a tear might shed or a cry of joy but faith in the uncertain
should be deployed, nothing can be gazed upon
and studied so precise that the understanding is perfect
and the message aligned, i do believe in a higher plane of existence
where mind and soul combine, no matter the difference
invisible and illusive but completely frequent
a dimension beyond body and biological meaning
like a message sent on a radio wave
an understanding of everything, everywhere in one place
a complete harmony with peace, beauty and grace
the gift of life, is a gift not to waste
shall start with conception then growth, birth and death
but life is much more
beyond our last breath