Even Flowers Must Die

We search this world for meaning, to make sense of a life that ends in death. Why a heart that bursts full of love, ends in tears for that which cannot last. In this world the night destroys the day, yet the sun also rises to rescue us. Like the tender sprout that becomes the oak, must one day fall to the ground. A mystical cycle, to exist in endless versions, as even the flowers must die. The mystery of life, inspired by a great spirit, wanting to see itself in others. To prove that love is the reason for living, and that it's the mission of the soul. As per the ancient agreement, This costume of clay, we must one day return. A creature made of flesh and blood, a mystical existence of spirit and form. From which we must distill life's secrets, even until the very end of our lives. For the hope is born of the faith, that even in death, love will not be denied. date- 2/12/19