Yet to figure out the secret of death,
Why is the final dance always of death?

The moon gleams bright, and stars twinkle all night,
But by dawn, they all fade and yield to death.

And the celestial gold glimmers through days,
Yet it too succumbs to the nights of death.

Rivers slosh and splash around with their waves;
Come winter, and they all too freeze to death.

Laden with lush leaves, trees sway in the wind;
There hits the autumn, stripping them to death.

Death is the truth that will blow us all down;
Why still the dumb man tries to dodge this death?