The Nature of Man
By day we blossom, by night we wither,
In life we explore, in death we restore,
In peace we love, in war we express our love,
Nature we destroy, its paintings we behold,
Of such is the nature of man,
Of such is the nature appointed to man by nature.
The life of a man is a bed of roses,
It has beautiful petals and many thorns,
Many at times we see the few petals more,
Than the thorns which our flesh is gored,
But if the life of man is a bed of roses,
What makes you think that death is the floor?
To ponder is to man,
To express is to nature,
But at the end of the day,
Very few do both,
And when death starts to knock,
fear grips them whole,
Of such is the nature of man,
Of such is the nature appointed to man by nature.
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