Death is the most beautiful.

Death, the most beautiful, a mystery,

A passage, to what's yet to be,

A release, from this mortal coil,

To something, beyond our toil.

It's the end, of all we know,

But also, a beginning, aglow,

A transformation, to a new form,

A release, from this earthly storm.

It's a reminder, of our fleeting time,

A call, to make our mark, in line,

To live, with purpose and with passion,

To make the most, of every ration.

Death, the most beautiful, a release,

From pain, and suffering, to peace,

A transition, to something more,

A portal, to an eternal shore.