It does not hide in the dark.

It frolics in the light of day.

It is not something to fear, it is to be respected.

Eventually it will call for us all.

It is inevitable, slowing processes to cessation.  

It caresses the young and protects the elderly.

It does not care for height, weight, or age.

It does not boast or gloat, it does not rage with anger.

It is calm and considerate, it is patient and passionate.

However we reach the end of the road, death loves us all the same.