Death's Identity

Like flowing rivers beyond the trees, in the jungle's canopy. Underlying Entities unforeseen to the bare eye. At it's precipice it's true flaw arisen to be seen and feared by many. By waterfall or death that comes about outcomes do not vary. Screams, yelps, and worry overcome us with sudden terror. We shriek with sudden regret, fearing the outcomes of choices. But in the end we see the truth, the identity and stimuli of our fright. Just a simple, natural flow of time, not to be frightening or grieved. Death is life, a new beginning, all flaw is washed away. To grieve is pointless, a waste of time. Move on.