From the first faltering moments of awareness
The eerie, haunting notes of melancholia play softly
Beyond every seemingly endless blue sky
is the eternal abyss
The fate that awaits us all
That which has divided and discriminated
In life now equalised in death
For every flower in full bloom
As It basks in its exquisiteness
Awaits a curtain call of sepia edges
Giving way to browns and greys
Then black..as it returns to the earth
Decaying to nothingness.