Death comes to the best of us....
Death comes to the best of us, we turn to dust an are taken by the northern winds. Death comes to the best of us, we become part of the flowers in the prairies,the leaves on the trees, the birds in the sky. But like the leaves on the trees, they have to fall eventually. We become orange, or red,yellow or brown, and when the time is right, we say our goodbyes and we simply fall.
Sometimes we don't have a chance to say goodbye, and we fall to soon, taken by the wind. When that happens we leave slot of people behind, the people we made a thousand memories, thousands of laughs. We leave the people we love the most.
Death comes to the best of us, nd i don't know how or why they have to leave so soon, some young, some old, but they have to leave it written in the books they say. But the lump in my throat says otherwise.
Give me those books that I'll rewrite them. Let me scream with waterfalls cascading down the mountains that are my cheeks, to the one who create these books.
Tell them: "I had so much more to do, to say,to laugh, to cry to remember memories so old we forgot. To hold them, and tell them they are loved".
Death comes to the best of us, but the little time we have between life and the after life, we must enjoy them,no matter how hard it can be, no matter how much the air refuses to go to your lungs, no matter how much you want to hold them in your arms a tad longer.
Enjoy the time you have with them no matter how short or long the time is
When the last grain of sand of that hourglass falls, be glad and grateful of the time you had, and may you meet again...
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