"One Born, Another Gone"

When I woke up in the morning you were gone;
Your trunk had been cut to pieces on the ground.
I stood by your side for one whole minute in stare,
It was unbelieveable how fragile and delicate life really was.

One is born while another is gone,
The inevitable cycle of life and death,
The inability to know when the end will strike,
To know that where there is a start, there is an end.

We are born cursed to die,
But even so we are blessed to live.
Life is an ongoing battle against oneself,
We do not lose until the end.

I planted some flowers beside your dust.
I had every knowledge that they would soon blow away.
And when they do, I will always replant them.
That is both life's battle and ours.