Life and Death

Life and Death

Life and Death by Raniello Velila Life was born when Death died Death to live had tried and tried but Life arrived smiling with glee Death's death had set Life free Death's funeral was a happy one too bad that Death's death will be undone i know one day Death will live to Life will i not a funeral give let tears fall when Life decides to die in death maybe Life won't be so shy all we can do is hope and pray that Life will postpone that sorrowful day and if that day will tomorrow come Life's life and Death's death will (surely) come undone

For me, life brings to mind vibrant colors-cobalt blues, deep purples, crimson reds.  It brings to mind spring and birds singing, thunderous rainstorms, and the smell of a baby's skin.  It brings to mind the sound of children's laughter.  I can hear a heart beating, and feel the warm pulse under my fingertips.  Death brings to mind the smell of dark, mildewy undergrowth in a forest, dark skies, the heavy oppressive humidity and calm before a large storm.  I can hear a funeral parlor's somber organ notes and the sound of muffled weeping.  I imagine a crack of lightning-it reminds me of how death can strike anywhere, at any time, and its powerful emotional toll on people's life. 

Whenever I see the words "life and death" I always momentarily think about the things I have not accomplished.  I feel that I have sometimes valuable time when i could have been doing something more useful.  I have the feeling that many people feel this way, and I was told that it was a natural occurrence. I do hope that I can relive my life as something else, thought I do not know what that "something else would be.