Don’t weep for me
The leaf that fell from the tree
I was once looking down
But now, down I lie
I’m preparing to die
But don’t weep for me
The leaf that fell from the tree
I turned brown and I fell down
But I’m only in transition
I’m in my rightful position
To get a bit moshed, and
a bit squashed
Or, I may dry and crumble
If the rain clouds don’t rumble
I feed the earth
She gives me life anew
It’s only a matter of time
Before I again enjoy the view
Resplendent in green
Surveying the scene
So come, human
Admire my hue
I only experience the same process as you
We live and we die
But there’s no need to cry
We both adorn the wheel of illusion
And, our being is as One, eternal
Weep not, but praise Mother Nature
I’m replenished, I’m offspring
I’m “Of the Spring”
Weep not, but embrace the joy
Weep not for me
The leaf that once fell from the tree
Photo by Hiwa Ali: https://www.pexels.com/photo/brown-leaf-2364633/
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Death Addressed The Masses – A Short Story
“I am Death, the Great Awakening.” “Awakening to what?” screamed the deluded from the rooftops. “To what is already there,” Death replied. “Why do you fear me? I am the lifter of the veil, the bridge to your next adventure, I am the light leading you out of the darkness, not into it.”
The deluded screamed again, “No, you bring only fear, pain and suffering, why should we listen to you?” Death replied once more, “My friends, it is not I inflicting your fear, pain and suffering on you; I bring only light. You have lost sight of your true nature, and as a result, you have succumbed to cause and effect.”
“I exist to relieve you of such inflictions, not to bring more.”
But the deluded would not listen, they chose fear instead, and thus, continued on the wheel.

