Death: A Passage, Not an End

 Death: A Passage, Not an End

Death's not life's opposite, but just a phase,

A turning point in nature's endless ways.

For death's not far, a stranger at the door,

It's not the end, but merely something more,

In life shadows lengthen, day begins to wane,

The journey ends, the body starts to rest,

Life slip away, beyond all earthly pain,

Returning whence we came, a silent guest.

But fear takes root in soil of the untrue,

We cling to form, to names, and fleeting roles,

And think that these define our 'I' and 'you',

Ignoring spirit's timeless, flowing wholes.

So fear death not, this change that comes to all,

Death is but life, answering nature's call.

So cherish every moment, hold it dear,

This sacred interval, while we are here.