All things come to an end (Poem)

All things come to an end -

good things and bad things and things that just are

the smell of a baby's head and the blossoms on the golden rose tree
the sweet first asparagus and the sky-swallowing pain of migraine
seasons and hours and nights of suffering
anything that lives, and all that which doesn't

true things and created things alike

prophets and mountains and species deep in the rainforest
dinosaurs and planets and superheated stars
probably, the universe itself

one day, in fire or in flood,
slipping quietly by, or smashed up in a collision of protons;
germinating the soil for the next rebirth;
arced in agony, or choked in smoke, or
peaceful, tired, laying down to rest

eventually, twilight passes by,
and velvet night comes in.

- Kathy, 21/11/15

This is post 21 in NaBloPoMo. 21 down, 9 to go!