Maybe it's just the way the universe works;

a give and take,

ebb and flow,

yin and yang.

creation and destruction.

Maybe the ancestors, the ancients, were right;

it's all cyclical.

creation and destruction,

an infinite cycle,

not meant to come to an end.

Out of canvas,

a mathematician finds laws,

a writer weaves prose,

an artist creates chaos,

and a musician makes notes.

There's an infinite rhythm,

to which any open mind can live by,

birth and death,

the primal pattern,

too old to escape or start anew.