LIFE AND DEATH

The wind is blowing soft and slow,
And I can hear the river flow,
The birds too are chirruping low,
The sun sets with an orange glow,

I think of life and it’s where about,
Then I’m struck with a single doubt,
What is this death all about,
The wonderful experience in and out,

Life is a state of ecstacy,
But death too is a fantasy,
Of all the places where life resides,
Death’s surely found by it’s side,

Life is seen as a bliss of joy,
But think of peace death will deploy,
Of all the years of living futile,
Death is found at the end of pile,

Life is told as best of pearls,
And death is just it’s painful swirl,
Of all the long years we shield,
Death is the final price to yield.