A dying red rose petal,
floats down a deep dark stream.
Even death can be beautiful,
as scary as it seems.
Maybe life is just a dress rehearsal,
death, the production of the play.
Maybe life is the vacation,
spent with loved ones everyday.
as loving bonds grow stronger,
and frail friendships break,
be yourself and be happy,
and see the memories you'll make.
As you build up your character,
your lines, you've memorized them all,
as deaths beautiful fate comes,
so does your curtain call.