Of Impermanence

Constructed, casting a common customary cornerstone Sublime, super-strong skyscrapers successfully survive Like many other matters, aren't these too destruction-prone? They break and fall, partially or wholly, like a beehive. Composed creatively; catchy; captivating; classic Mysteriously melodious; maddens many minds. Wafts in waves as each notation of it is dynamic Which music, yet, perpetually its prominence finds? Doesn't the bright sun withhold its vigour in the evening? Doesn't the waxing moon gradually find its wane too? Doesn't each flower that blooms fade, having lost its gleaming? Isn't, like summer or winter, the fall too season's due? Anyone ascending a ladder should descend as well. If there's a merry marriage bell, shouldn't there be a knell?