Like Nature's Seasons Poem by Francis Duggan

For each of us a last night as well as a last day
And the seconds and the minutes of our lives do tick away
From life we have been learning even before we learned to crawl
But the more we know the less we know we know seems to apply to all
One day we will be lifeless as lifeless as a stone
The gift of immortality is Nature's gift alone
The woodlouse in the pile of wood no less a mortal than I
For it a final night and day and like it I too must die
The injured bird crawls to the hedge when it senses death is near
And as for us it is only the fear of death of which we live in fear
But since death is part of life's cycle it is a natural thing
For the oldest life form in the World there is a final Spring
What makes us different to other life forms of death's certainty we do know
For we are like Nature's Seasons to life we come and go.