Everything was perfect,

But only for a moment.

It couldn’t last

Because no beautiful thing can.

It was a delicate thing,

Fragile, as if made of glass,

And it cracked

Right under his fingertips.

All at once,

Everything shattered.

In the glass cascading around him,

He saw what must be the end.

Human life, though intricate and beautiful,

Is flimsy and weak.

It can continue to grow seemingly forever,

But it can be ended in a second.