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In the realm of existence, where time unfolds,
A tale of wonder, in verses untold.
A symphony of life, in hues of vast,
A saga of futures, present, and past.

From the womb of chaos, creation springs,
With every heartbeat, the universe sings.
Stars dance in the heavens, a cosmic ballet,
While galaxies twirl in an endless display.

On a small blue planet, in a corner of space,
Life emerges, with a delicate grace.
From microscopic cells to towering trees,
A tapestry of beings, living free.

But amidst the beauty, there lies a strife,
A struggle for survival, in the theater of life.
Mother Nature, with her gentle hand,
Crafts the world with care, across the land.

Yet she's also the mistress of chaos and woe,
Unleashing her furry, with a relentless blow.
Storms brew in the heavens, fierce and wild,
As oceans rage, like a tempest unbridled.

Earthquakes rumble, shaking the ground,
And volcanoes erupt, with a thunderous sound.
Wildfires rage, consuming the land,
Leaving scorched earth, in their burning hand.

But within her wrath, there's a hidden grace,
A reminder of the cycles, in this cosmic race.
For after the storm, comes a calm so sweet,
And from the ashes, life finds its beat.

In the quiet of dawn, with the sun's first light,
The world awakens, from the long dark night.
Birds sing in the trees, a melody divine,
As flowers bloom, in colors that shine.

So let us cherish this gift, this world so rare,
With its mountains, rivers, and clean, fresh air.
For in the tapestry of life, we all play a part,
A thread in the fabric, of this cosmic art.

In the grand tapestry of life's design,
There lurks a shadow, a sinister sign.
For amidst the beauty and the grandeur,
There lies a truth, cold and pure.

Death, with its icy fingers, does roam,
Claiming the living, far from home.
In myriad ways, it takes its toll,
From the young to the wise, it steals the soul.

Like a thief in the night, it comes unseen,
In sickness and health, in famine and green.
It whispers softly, in the ear of the weak,
And with a gentle touch, it bids them to seek.

From the battlefield's carnage, where warriors fall,
To the silent halls of hospitals' call,
Death knows no boundaries, no creed nor name,
It's a universal truth, an eternal game.

In the grip of disease, it tightens its hold,
Leaving loved ones grieving, in sorrow untold.
From cancers that ravage, to fevers that burn,
It takes its victims, with no return.

In accidents sudden, where fate takes a turn,
Lives are shattered, as bridges burn.
From car crashes to falls from great heights,
Death claims its prize, in the darkest of nights.

And yet, amidst the despair and the pain,
There lies a truth, that does remain.
For though death may claim us, in the end,
It cannot break the bonds, that love does lend.

For in memories cherished, and stories retold,
The spirit lives on, in hearts that hold.
So though death may come, with its silent shroud,
It cannot conquer love, for death be not proud.
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