pixel, 2023
"And lo, from the sacred ribs of Mother Nature's slumber,
Emerges the living, like maidens fair in number.
They shine resplendent, adorned with grace untold,
A testament to beauty, in forms manifold.
From your essence shall spring forth life and demise,
Both the living, vibrant, and the deceased, who lie.
In the cycle of existence, they shall find their place,
Guided by divine purpose, in every time and space.
With every breath, their journey unfolds,
Through life's winding path, both young and old.
May blessings be upon them, in every turn they take,
As they navigate this world, through blessings we make.
For in the tapestry of existence, woven with divine art,
Each soul plays its part, an integral, cherished part.
So let us honor and celebrate this divine design,
Where life and death converge, in a dance so fine."
