Old, tall, and often full of life,
And it can be pretty to kill using only a knife.
It's skin is much harder than our own,
And it's width increases as it's height has grown.
An inch closer to heaven, an inch closer to hell.
Sometimes nice, sometimes, gross, it has a very natural smell.
Like people it comes to many ethnicities,
Each serving a different purpose, having a different way to please.
The human body is hard with soft parts to cover it,
The same goes for this being, but it covers bit by bit.
Something mystical, that's end is NOT nigh.
What was there when you were born, and will be there when you die?