Rise above, where the dead reside

We welcome you with open hearts

Follow the code, you'll stay inside

From these woods you shan't depart

Here it's warm, with plenty prey

For us to share in harmony

We'll bask in greenleaf light all day

This peace is our reality

But none avoid the march of time

Not even those of legend

As it ticks on, you'll start to find

There's a noticeable trend

Your friends have all begun to feel

More quiet, tired, and distant

Your memories seem too unreal

And your dreams are inconsistent

You haven't realized before

But your fur has lost its shine

Everything's become a chore

'Cause your thoughts are misaligned

It happens to some of us each year

When death turns to decay

It's time to go, so have no fear

As your soul eventually f a  d   e    s   . .  .

-written by ren.