Death Is A Beautiful Thing
As flower petals pass by
I continue to walk and enjoy winter's spread of death
Beautiful flowers of spring die slowly
As if they were in pain
Deaths by all things are beautiful
Only if they lived a life they should
Rain now starts to trickle
Making the swan's feather stay on the ground
The water presses it down
Unable to glide its way free
Fate is like a feather on an endless stream of water
Already destined by its route
Your actions are already pre-determined
A continuous cycle that never ends in any doubt
Our past determines our future
Our future is that next second that will past
Soon there will be a second
That will sadly become our last
But death is a beautiful thing
It's just like hearing wedding bells ring
It's a beginning of something new
People that die are at least happy the grew
Grew into a flower that everybody knew
By: Celine
Date: February 9, 2004