As one dies another entity emerges;
new and young and strong.
It struggles at first, then comes into its own—
peerless to all around.
It lives and thrives, longs and strives
to be the best that it can be.
All of its potential, bursting at the seams—
it's finally reached its peak, hopes soaring to the sky.
Little does it know, it too will die.
Something else arises.
Something bigger, faster, stronger,
better than our thing could ever be;
our entity’s life and vigor, slowly receding,
gradually outcompeted, vying for its title:
But always bested.
It screams unto the heavens,
“Why, why must it be I who goes?”
And the heavens reply,
“You have had your time;
you must go extinct for others to survive.”