The Beauty of Death

There is no beauty without death.
How beautiful the transience of a seasonal flower,
of fleeting glances and short lived love, of passing friends and of brief moments in the sun,
of wasted talent and failed promises,
the ephemeral joys of life and our vanity that crumbles to dust;
They come and they go.

There is no beauty without death.
How beautiful the boundless sea and the timeless mountains,
the grace and wisdom of wrinkled skin and gnarled trees,
fond memories and crushing sorrow,
the strength of kindness and the warmth of love and sacrifice
that stand up to time;
They must go too.

There is no beauty without death.

Sunil R