Why death?

 A river,

The calming currents

A sign of peace

Life cultivates ubiquitous along its reach

In refreshing summer,

It supplies a bath and vitality itself

For small and big creatures alike

A chance to escape Mother Nature's harsh glares

In frosty winter,

Beneath the hard frost

Always a surplus of fish discovered

The spot where the

Most life dwells

A creator in and of itself

Its immense arms stretch leagues

Depositing ecosystems of which it is

Fundamental

Not the grueling sun or frigid winter 

Can obstruct its route

But solely one thing can,

Divine intervention

Abaddon witnesses life as a whole 

And hearty like the sun

Reels in hatred

For he sought to ruin creation in and of itself

A barren wasteland, 

His signature of presence

He then created

Drought.

All life wilted,

Innocent life who lived for joy,

The birds would sing beautiful

Touches of melancholy music

Nature at its finest shriveled

The best and worse

For dark things did dwell here

But they were inconsequential to what life carried

Gone

Dissipated

In all but a mere blink

Of course, life grew back

For even Abaddon, 

Who had divine powers,

Couldn't
match those of

Outrageous god

So life rose twice of what it once was,

The river redoubled its width

But never can life yielded be substituted

So even though the river,

Plenty vibrant

Lost its once vigor