What is death but a blooming rose
Red like the blood that froze
In time
In me
Can’t you see
We never vanish,
But just like energy
We transform
For we are energy –
Everything yet nothing,
Made of stardust and stone
From a tender molecule
That wasn’t left alone
Why – might you ask?
It’s ‘cause we’re meant to grow
Feel the vibrations, sing and buzz
Until we hit pause and transform
Into something even more beautiful
It’s part of the cycle
