The branches creak and groan,

mourning the loss of what’s been.

The sun sets in red and gold,

           A reminder that all things grow old.

The stars shine bright as the sky grows darker,

           A reminder of the cycle of life.

Nature’s beauty is a gift.

          A reminder to the world we inherit.

As rivers flow with a gentle ease.

As mountains stretch towards the sky.

As trees stand tall, their roots deep and strong,

Even they cannot escape death’s song.

The cycle of life is a beautiful thing.

With each passing moment we learn and grow,

Each experience helps us know,

Life is precious and must be cherished.