Whatever you sow in the ground
Has to die before it is given new life.
My thoughts on life and death go round and round.
But this simple truth can end this questioning strife.

Why do I fear death when I know this is how nature works.
If you want to live, really live, you have to die.
Of course fear of this unknown lurks.
I am afraid I must admit, I cannot lie.

I like this life, I don’t want change.
But change is necessary to progress.
I see myself standing bound at the end of life’s firing range.
The great leveller is raising his rifle, I feel this fearful stress.

Then I cut away my fear of the future with a gentle spiritual knife.
I close my eyes and wait for new life.