Everything dies

Horses die and turn to glue
Chickens die and turn to stew

Mommies die while giving birth
And daddies die while making mirth

Trees will die from rotten roots
While bees will die beneath old boots

Puppies die and turn to dirt
And you will die and it will hurt

Planets die and grow too cold
Even suns die, when they're old

And I promise, though many may deny,
One day the Universe itself will die