The sun shines bright today,
Down upon my face.
The air I breathe is especially crisp,
With a freshness I can taste.
Oh, the flowers, they bloom,
Rich of color and smell.
The clouds drift so lazily,
At them I can't help but yell.
Smiling faces, in happy places,
People travelling to and fro.
Behind each of them, quite unknown,
Is something hiding in the shadow.
Invisible and persistent,
It shall never perish or die.
Rather, it shall follow them,
For on it we all rely.
You will greet this force,
When you draw your final breath.
And then together, holding hands,
You will walk with your Death.
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