An Ode To Birth and Death

Darkness ended, Winter released her icy grip; budding crystals soon began to drip. The Earth then tendered, its surface filled with life; Spring now wed to Summer, the radiant rays piercing the frozen skies. But Beauty gives way to Destruction and forests turn to tinder. Here lies the crossroads, an Ode to Birth and Death. A flower that slowly bloomed left stranded now in late Spring, scorched by Summer’s rays, but oh its beauty still remains. It lives on desolate ground. A mind unfolded, it's heart retouched. And at last outlasted a depression that once did rule. And you the fair Demise, how will you compromise? When we together win the prize. Flailing futilely in a sea of lies; the Fountain of Youth was found, its waters tainted. Perhaps it’s best not to toy with Life and Death. The Seasons unwillingly shifting, the Sun now in full bloom, and the flower starts to wilt; Beautiful, as death begins to set, while Summer touched the Earth. Petals fall away like tear drops on the skin, and light penetrates in a wonderful array. Ever growing heat, now begins to drain them of life, while petals turned to dust, carried away in gusts. Together fertilized, yet unaware, it only dares to bring about despair. Death gives back again to Life; an early end to a late start. A new beginning comes from dust and decay, as the Summer sun now fades away. The burning skies teaming with gray. Death takes a new form; white, blinding, crushing and consuming. Oh but gorgeous it remains, In time, life grows again, Coming from the wastes of a flower that late bloomed.Yet life anew begins too soon. In Winter’s last grasp, her touch did drain, when frozen ashes did remain; Here is life’s penultimate breath, the greatest Ode to Birth and Death.