Dying young

The bells jingle in the darkness
Dark owls fly in at night
And the gecko stalks the prey
Even the ants a-storing and boast
Of barns full.
The termite eats into the heart of the young wood
The sap dries and moisture gone
The young deer succumbs to death's paw
And white petals are soiled with blood
The seed grew half-way
The soil wasted
Alas! Mother did not know
Her son was dying young!