What they've said ( a poem)

I have heard it told
Over and over,
One and two,

Words on the wind,
Telling me,
I know it's right,
But I'm afraid,
So afraid.

"It's not about,
Our time on earth,
It's what we do,
It's what we're worth"

Every word is true,
It's in full bloom,
The meaning of our lives,
To make things grow anew,

Yet I never want to leave?
For some reason I can not let go?
I don't want it to end,
I cling on to all I know.

I want to live my life to the fullest,
I never want this to end,
But time is short,
We live out lives,
And with miasma

We are dead.