The natural talent always ever present
As every gesture came so effortlessly
And suddenly aging to aching intensely
At the body moulding to the movement dissent

The memories lasting through these changing hours
As sands through the small pin, telling of finished tales
Until the last one succumbs to the gravity scales
And hits the bottom hard to the evil powers

Really, no mystery to the end of the life
As the darkly shadows will erase physical
For the soul ascending for events cyclical

Another natural delivered by midwife
The circles carry on through all the processes
As the beauty to live through birth and death messes