For Every End There's a New Beginning
A free bird soars in the sky.
Free to do whatever as it flies.
A beautiful flower in the meadow
Brings fascination as it will grow.
A phoenix in a fire will soon die out.
But a new one will be brought about.
The bird will eventually land.
No longer able to fly, it’ll need a hand.
The flower’s time is now done.
It withers away, leaving a seed for a new one.
A life is given and is being lived.
It’s being enjoyed as if it’s a sacred privilege.
This life belongs to someone.
The people in his life will go and come.
One day someone special will leave.
She’ll fly away like an autumn leaf.
But just like the leaf will grow again
This is not the end, a new journey will begin.
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