I was taking a morning walk today.
By an impulse, I took a different path than the usual way
And was greeted by a masmerizing view.
The sky looked different
The view were suprisingly neat,
but in the middle of it
I was greeted by Death.
A lonely dead tree was standing in the corner of the road
Accompanied by vast empty field of grasses
Separated from its peers
That were bursting with vitality.
Yet I found it beautiful.
And the sentence came to me
"There's beauty in death"
Maybe it sounded weird
How come someone perceive beauty in something supposedly devastating?
How does Death become something positive?
Yet there are certain thing in life that is sure.
Death.
Death, doesn't always mean life has gone
Death, can be the trigger for something to start
Death, can be the end of one, and the beginning for the other
And there are so many things that Death can bring.
It just need you to uncover the meaning of Death.
Be it work, love, life, family, and other
There always beauty in Death
Sometimes you are too absorbed in grieve
that you can't appreciate it's beauty
Until you realize it
or not.
