Meeting my maker...

Long,
have I been
wondering,
what it would be like.

Sprung from seed,
growing up,
blossoming,
then whither.

Life seems
useless, until it ends.
Then it blooms,
ripe and fruitfull...

We shed our fruits,
pass our wisdom,
thank our loved ones.
We end our pain...

And there it is,
your final moments.
You look up to the maker,
It was always you...