Ring around,
Sing around,
Death is in the air.
Dance between
The evergreen.
Death without care.
No matter what is mattered,
A cherished goal or bond.
Death will come forth, tirelessly,
Despite the good that was spawned.
Nothing even personal,
Death can’t give a care,
For Death will drag you down, down, down.
It may not seem so fair.
And even so the evergreen
Will rot away and die,
Purpose served, justly proud,
A full life, you can’t deny.