Life to Death (Haiku)

This poem was written by: Erica

Death can happen at
Any time, at any age,
And to anyone.

Everywhere it waits.
Like a tiger on the hunt.
In this sense, we're prey.

Life is a blessing.
It is the vital essence
Of all existence.

However, life is
Not a rock; sturdy and safe,
It is a river.

It ebbs and flows, thus
Becoming Death once again.
And once more, we're prey.

"Dedicated to all those who hold the hand of death and to all with enough life to mourn for them."

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This is such a profound write.. You create a canvass of colors, richly painted with life, darkly tinged with death's hunt. One reads this and must stop for a moment to ponder his or her own life. So well done.