Beauty

From life to death, each are beautiful...but nothing compares to the beauty in between.

There's beauty in life,

Both flying and falling apart.

How it's bonds hold close,

From first conception, from start

The very beginning is precious,

As the new being takes sight,

Breathing in the first breath,

In it's first beautiful, silent night

A year goes past, and then two.

The once hushed child speaks.

The child once immobile

Begins to move his little feet

One more year and he's three,

With his first day of school.

Taking the steps he just learned,

Into a life both cool and cruel

The years all flash on by,

As if they were streaks of lightning.

And with diploma in hand,

With a future hopeful...and frightening.

Off to college he goes,

The child once held in parenting arms.

Now to make his own path,

Alone to love, feel, and protect from harm

Four years more past,

Starting a job of dreams.

An uphill battle he must fight,

But he will win, so it seems

Off in the distance, in the corner,

A beautiful women stands tall.

And the child once learning to talk,

Begins speaking with her in the hall

“Will you go out with me?” he asks,

One question, watered with love and time,

Sprouts into a union of the two,

One nothing could ever divide

The families line the church pews,

Watching as bride meets groom.

“You may kiss the bride”

And the two are off to honeymoon

Years further down the road,

The very child born so long ago,

Begins the cycle again anew,

With a new subject to the story we all know

After his children go on past,

Already starting their own lives

Back to building his future,

He may be older, but still alive

Finally retirement comes his way,

A rest from work, effort, and strife

Ready to take a much needed break,

From a very eventful, beautiful life

Ten more years are added to the count,

But now no more years will the toll be paid ,

For on his bed, his resting place,

This life begins it's final fade

Grasping his eldest son's hand,

With stifled tears in eyes,

He tells his son he loves him,

And will still love when he dies

85 years from the first breath,

Will he breathe his last good bye

A life forged that was worth living,

How could such a man truly die?

There's beauty in death,

From the birth to when we ascend,

How it's bonds hold close,

Til last breath, the very end