What is life?

Beside the river of death the seasons journey
some go in February
some in July

but the final destination
is always earth then sky

Some seek direction
Some seek connection
We all end in the same place
There is no protection

Everlasting life?
Free of pain and strife?
Is that what we really seek?
Or the cut of the knife?

What is this thing life?
So short and full of pain
Is it worth all our suffering
for just a walk in the rain?