Beginnings and Endings

I have woken up and
I am still alive
The sun is here
The birds are flitting about
from branch to branch
chirping all the while
How many mornings
remain in my life
How many mornings
remain in your life
How will we feel
what will we see
on the last one
Will we even know
The sun won't know
The birds won't mind
The world will be
caught in the mire
of the ordinary
when we move
from the known
into the unseen
I can't find the words
so this is where
these words end