Nature Poem by maas weerabangsa

Life is a travel of time,
Sometimes short and sometimes long.
With different paths to take,
Choose the correct not the fake.

The life we live is brief, as it appears,
Some may live a day and some for years.
Our life we live in different stages,
Through the years like withering ages.

It is a set back so hard to bear,
Yet we live it without a care.
Changes in life occur every day.
None could change them try as you may.

Some may think that life may not end,
None is immortal as death you cannot fend.
Realizing not till the last breath is gone,
The cycle goes on as another is bone.

The soul that is sinful cannot withstand the strain,
Like a flower that does wither without sun and rain.
To treasure your life and find peace of mind,
Be loving, be giving and above all be kind.

Death may come to you as sharp as a knife,
As the angel of death comes to take your life.
The day of reckoning has come to you this day,
With fear you watch as your life decay.