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.