Birth, the giver of life.
From the cry of your first wail,
The first breath of air you inhale,
Your life begins an original tale,
Unique in every success and fail.
Pain, the reminder of life.
The physical and mental suffering,
The wounds, the cuts, the bleeding,
The heart and soul, red hot burning,
Life telling you you're still here fighting.
Joy, the purpose of life.
The pure yet incessant bliss,
That none would ever want to miss,
Lost in an eternal ecstasy abyss,
Of life's gentlest, plumpest kiss.
Death, the taker of life.
Our final destination, we part,
Life's final, great work of art,
The crushing of our soul and heart,
The end of all, or a new start?
