Life can be beautiful.
It brings others to us in our time of need.
And it flourishes life into another being.
But life can also be nasty.
As it can wrong those who life sees "fit".
Death is something we call sorrow.
When death is the true beauty.
Death means that yes you're gone.
But doesnt mean you are forgotten.
Your life is celebrated even after you're goodbye.
More people cry at your funeral than at your birth.
More people show that they care when you're gone.
Yes, life brings people that we love.
But death takes those we never knew we would miss.
We only know that when the opportunity to truly know them is missed.
