When it has lost all the leaves
the naked skeleton stands
alone and devoid of everything
looks like it’s just dead

The moment of sprouting life
is when everything seems to end

and hence nothing ever really dies
death is the moment of a new life
of rising again but with new colours
so there is beauty also in the dead

and thus life and death together
is just a manifestation of existence

rise every time you think you have fallen
because no matter what goes out of your hand
life is bigger than that, will sprout in spring
let the winter take all your leaves, be dead

such is the beauty of life we have
only a person with true eyes can see…