Essence II
Why do flowers bloom, only to wither and die?Why does the sun paint the sky, then bid farewell?Why do stars shine so bright, then fade into the night?Why do we give our hearts, only to have them shattered and cast aside?
Why do empires rise, only to crumble and fall?Why do we erect monuments, knowing they will one day be sand?Why do we chase dreams, even as they lose their gleam?Why does everything come to an end, like a story with a final page to turn?
Why are we but fleeting sparks in this cosmic dark?Why do we strive to leave our mark, before our light goes out?Why are our lives but whispers, echoing in the vast chambers of time?Why do we waltz to the melody of a universe that will one day be still?
Why should we embrace the beauty, in the face of certain loss?Why should we cherish each moment, knowing life will run its course?Why should we love, dream, and hope, when all will turn to dust?Because in the end, it's all we have, this fleeting gift of us.
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