The stomach of the earth never gets full,
Across centuries and millennia, consuming all,
People come and go, like seasons\' sway,
But death\'s dark toll keeps ringing, night and day.
We\'re buried deep, our bodies lost in earth,
Yet still, we\'re dying, our legacy in birth,
Memories fade like autumn leaves that fall,
And like the earth, our stories are devoured by all.
Yet in this cycle, there\'s a hidden grace,
Of lives lived, loved, and lost, now gone to ground,
A legacy of dust, where love and memories resound.