The voice in the storm was prophetic.

Just as it promised

To unveil shine after the rains,

So it kept its word.

And shine had brought rain,

Also fulfilling its promise.

Before night is day,

After night is day;

Each is each's forerunner,

The hand of one is

The promise of the other's.

Once, parents were children

Next, children are parents

Procreation redraws the circle

Plants from seeds, seeds from plants

Ant the little child wondered

Why people die;

Why one day you'll die;

Why one day he won't be remembered.

But so was the agreement. Now forgotten.

To embrace life is to accept death,

And after death is life.

Still he argued it wasn't his choice.

Sadly, memory is precise in eternity ...

When all variation will cease.