Spring is here

I have discovered today that the worst fate a human can have is to die alone,
You would be lying in your bed or chair as the last breath leaves you,
But yet there will be no one to savour your last moments,
No one to howl over or just drop tears,
Silently you will die nothing but a lump of log ready to be burnt to ashes,
The pain of realisation is far greater than the feeling itself,
As the tree dies away shredded leaf by leaf it lays there without any expression,
But a human who has so many ways to express himself lays motionless upon his death,
And how would you ever perceive what a dying person feels,
For only he would know what he feels as he goes,
And a person who dies without this world ever peaking at him,
Dies alone rusted and broken by time and belief.