Nothing dies. It transforms...

​Everything wants to live... or so it seems.
You can cut the grass, and it will still grow back.
Did you kill the grass you cut?
If you dig up all the grass in a yard and dispose of that grass somewhere else, doesn’t that grass begin to grow again in its new location?
We can lay concrete for streets and sidewalks- but weeds and grass will find a way to grow between the cracks.
The grass just finds a new route of travel for growth.
The fruit and vegetables we eat, live. 
We can take a seed from fruits and vegetables, plant them, and they will grow.
When consumed, they provide life after their transformation.
We take the breath out of an animal to provide nourishment for humans.
However, we are now apart from what we have consumed; is it giving us life?...
When we take our last breath, do we really die, or do we transform?
We are energy.
Does energy die, or does it find a new route of travel to mutate, move, and maneuver to continue its journey?
Do we die or transform?
Does anything really die?