Onto our plane, one is born and another is gone.
A mysterious transformation of life turns to dust.
A beautiful transformation of blood turns to man.

At such a clime of grief,
folks wail and weep at the passing into an abyss
Struggling to grasp the transient into eternity's wilderness.

On a cradle, laid a beautiful set of eyes
That glows happiness like a ray of sunlight on the morning rise.
what a blessing to our lives.

Oh, death, I wish thou dies!
Stealing the lords of the earth, King and subject, rich and poor.
Oh, birth, that brings life!
Pleasing families with joy,
Gifting girls and boys, daughters and sons.

Does birth come from where death goes?
Does death go to where birth comes?
A mystery yet unraveled.
A story yet untold.
Nature is a mathematician,
Subtracting from its very addition.

© michael_Snelder