All Good Things Must Come To An End

Even the brightest of stars that shines in the sky
Will flicker and fade and falter and die,
Diminish and implode and simply cease to exist.

Even the most stubborn of trees in the greenest field
Will tire and age and wither and yield,
Rot and crumble and be eaten away.

Even the suns rays will sap and renounce and decline,
Succumb and conclude and refrain and resign.
Darken and stop and shine no more.