does a flower know,
when past its time to bloom,
the petals fall away.
do the stars,
found in the night..
know their light will dim.
would the sun,
still rise again..
with sunset calls each day.
If all that's born,
know it will die..
would it choose to bother.
without life,
there is no death..
without death,
there is no life..
the time between so cherished.