Death

In the realm where shadows softly weep, Where all earthly sorrows - come to sleep, There lies a truth, both dark, profound, An inevitable fate - that all have found. Death - a silent song, A journey to the unknown, where all belong, From the cradle of life - to eternity's embrace, A transition, all must face. Like falling leaves, in autumn's grace, Or stars that vanish without a trace, Death - a part of life's grand design, A threshold to a realm, divine. Though may bring tears, and fears abide, Part of the cycle - where souls reside, A pause in the story, a passage in time, A chance to reflect on the grand design. In its mystery, there's certain art, A reminder to cherish every beating heart, To live with purpose, to love - to share, For death, in its shadow, makes life more rare. So, let's not dwell in fear's embrace, But solace found in death's gentle grace, For it's not an end, but beginning - a new, A chance to transcend, like bird in springtime sings.