This simple rule the world abides

That all which lives will surely die

Yet bear this well upon your heart

For death is but a seed for start

New life breathes from final breaths

Beginnings birth from graceful deaths

The setting sun will always rise

And spread it’s warmth across the skies

So know that you are but a part

Of the truest, grandest work of art

Your legacy lives on sublime

In reticent echoes of eternal time