This too shall pass
Blind until we see
Death comes at last
It has no remedy

A flower must die
To bloom once more
And so again we try
To see what death is for

Beating like a drum
As we come and go
Intervals must come
For the wind to blow

So vast the universe
Behold a cob of corn
Death rides a hearse
From night unto morn

Death goes on forever
For life to ever be
Always betrays never
Death makes us free