Would there be an end? Would there be an end, when we could end the End?

When all just hope for a seed to grow, an inception, Then why the same petrify, when the winters begin? The flowers nurture the fruit, year round; Then comes the seed, petals and peel fall, as so they are bound. With time, the seeds, they learn how to cope, Indeed, a Cimmerian fate, does in them a Helianthus Annus (sunflower) mold. Incongruous it is, then why couldnt all of them have same hue and mould? But their tale of chromatic stay, is forever extolled.

Would there be an end, when we could end the End? When all just hope for the cub to grow, a commencement, Then why the one with mane stupefies, when in cub zoosadism begins? the lioness fosters it like the crux of the pride, leaving away the kins And then he leaves the den, to become an apex predator, to leave is not to depart as hed be back to begetters; their ultimate bracer. Indeed, a lion has to loose from a tiger, its apothegmatic. Absurd it is, then why couldnt the growth of cub remain static? But their bardic tale of gallantry, is forever extolled.

Would there be an end, when we could end the End? When fathers just wait for the ankle-biters to grow, an initiation, Then why the same paralyze, when in them the will to run begins? Like the flower and the lioness, mother caresses the kid, years throughout; But then, he goes to conquer the world; abandoning the house to brownout. But he will still lout in their presence; have his mother in remembrance. Indeed, a man will die, if he challenges the height of an edifice. Inane it is, then why couldnt he build his domicile less taller, more infantile? But his tale of building skyscrapers, is forever extolled.

When he starts, only with the idea to subsist, not to cease, To excel is his desideratum and to miscarry, a caprice. Where war is evoked, only to win and to decline, is never taught. Be it men or cougar, or be it the mighty sun, with all he has outfought. When he could make planets change their orbital, and have all the rivers annulled, Then why hes left defeated, in making himself a potion to become immortal? All have terrified, yet only the End remains in delight, cause it has an answer to why not an end to End? in Ends foresight. A flower has to wither, so that seed could bring a bloom to another. Lion king has to lose, only then, will the cub ascend, to rule the empire. And just like all the others, the mightiest of all, indeed, also has to die, only then will the son hunt for the potion, so that His son would never have to cry. Only the End remains ageless and eternal, to tell the story of its might, over the meek and the able. "How to find a simple answer, there was no one to transcend, the question that baffled them all was , If there would be an end, when they could end the End?"