Natures call struck

In the cold abyss, we beseech that we may not wither in and from our purchase. Even though we do not expedite ourselves and flow in life's narrow progression. There's no certainty to existence. just when you come out of that penurious life, residing up to the dreams, unnatural nature whispers your end in an ending echo, leaving those we cherish in despair and hurt of a loss. It makes me wonder, why then Do we even try? When a creative dies, some colours of nature fade. Live on Wild!