INEVITABLE END OF MORTALS

The great red roses,
Which blossom in the summer,
Shed their roses in winter,
How contrasting this is!
Life natural course,
Altered in death deals,
The transition to a new life,
Milky way on the horizon,
Once past the bend,
Cannot go back again,
Then what?Then what?
A long peaceful sleep,
Until that glorious day,
He will then have to stand,
Before an overwhelming magnificience,
Emanating from his creator.