Some mortalities are bigger than other mortalities. Our impermanence on this earth, impending death, doesn’t feel as daunting when you notice all the small endings of things That reflect the beauty of mortality The trees outside, they have to trim But now all the sunlight spills right in through your window The deer that died, out in the woods Has fed the mice, the birds, the worms and kept the forrest alive The day you left your childhood home You had to exist all on your own To become your true self When the time was up with your first love You knew so much more about what you deserve And how to be kind to yourself Some mortalites are bigger than other mortalities. Without endings, nothing would ever begin. Without death, nothing would ever grow.