From Birth to Death - With a Gaussian Poem

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Birth
Cries
Small hands
Open eyes

Light spills on the skin
Limbs reach toward the unknown
A voice begins to rise, not yet sure but forming
Mud-streaked knees and dreams of secret kingdoms
The world is wide, its distant winds always calling

Steps grow sharper, body stronger — the mirror looks back
And love arrives like summer rain on trembling leaves
Two souls meet, then blend like ink in clear water
They build a life from bread and salt, and whispered songs
The nights are long and shared, filled with breathing warmth

Plans are laid brick by brick in the shaping of a bright future
Children’s faces appear like little stars laughing in the face of time
Then come a thousand breakfasts, a thousand lunches, a thousand dinners
The house hums with laughter, with quarrels, and with clattering pans
And days stretch thin between lightness and weight of the daily grind
Work wears the hands, routine wears the joy, and time never waits

Grief visits too — in crawling silence or in sudden storm
So many days drift on, either with grace or with gravity
Soon, friends gather like embers in the cold season
And tell old stories by the fading hearth
Now regrets and joys weigh just the same

The light inside falters and flickers
The candle dims with gentle grace
The nights widen without dreams
Silence slowly gathers again
A last folding of the wings

Eyes closed
Final breath
Peace
Death