Death is not willing, it is something that must be done

like the vibrant display between night and day, the setting sun

Death is the leaves falling off a withering tree

you need to die, they say it’s what makes you human you see 

but is it humane when your child succumbes to cancer 

or a loved one passes after a nasty fall

some never even get to start their life at all

it is not fair that some live to 90,

it's not fair that some must leave in the middle of their race

for life, is so fleeting

what it means to be human is not to die but to try living

to be the rising light against the dark in each day’s beginning

Rebirth is real, it is the leaves that grow back on that tree 

if you choose to die so passively,

Have you even lived at all?