Why Do Good people Die

Why do flowers of virtue bloom, then swiftly fade? Why do good people leave, when their love is still displayed? Their kindness, like a sunrise, brightens earthly skies, Yet, like dawn's fleeting moments, they depart, and why? Life's fragile thread is spun, then suddenly severed, Leaving behind memories, and hearts that are forever Scarred by loss, we question heaven's design, Wondering why goodness is taken, leaving only pain's dark shrine. Perhaps their mission's accomplished, their soul's pure goal, Fulfilled in fleeting time, though we cannot know the role, God's tapestry, intricately woven, has its own design, Weaving in and out, threads of life, in infinite align. Though good people go, their love remains, a lasting seed, Sown in hearts, where roots of kindness still proceed, Their memory inspires, a beacon in the night, Guiding us forward, shining with gentle, loving light. In heaven's realm, a hero's welcome waits, For those who lived with love, and compassionate states, Their souls, now free from pain, in peace entwine, With divine embrace, where love and joy are intertwined. We hold on to faith, a lifeline in the dark, Assuring us that love never dies, but leaves its mark.