Rise from the ashes, why don’t you?
Why the ashes, you’ll ask, won’t you?
That which no more serves you has been burnt down, you can see, can’t you?
A new self shall emerge from the ashes, that’s why the ashes, they are for the ‘new’ you.
The seasons, nature’s playful art, are there for all of us to celebrate:
Some moments happy, some sad, others awful, a few even great!
But even there, the spring proceeds the autumn, blooming in all its glory around,
The dry wilted leaves need to be shed down, for the fresh new ones to grow abound.
After the previous, comes the next, the next leads to something even more away,
These cycles, so many, sometimes lead us to light, at times make us go astray.
Never ending are these plays, confusing us to the core, right or wrong, what do we do?
Do we embrace the next, or should we hold on, where do we go?
We are mere characters in the grand scheme of things, so they say:
It’s cruel to imagine that one thing has to die for something else to find its way,
Sadly, all of the attachments would then always end in pain, all the love and memories would finally go vain,
Perhaps that’s the lesson, painful yet profound, we all leave everything behind; loss is a way to a new gain.
