Signs of death are all around us in our lives,
at times we don't readily recognize them.
Yet, looking to nature we can see how death
has struck time and again.
Trees dying, leaves brown or fallen upon the
them already.
Petals of flowers lying on the ground beneath,
looking up as life is drained from them.
Little animals filled with ants and maggots,
showing us the death of their lives.
People now dying, trying to live fully until
their time has come.
Death is everywhere, yet we can still see beauty
in nature, a dead tree, stem of a flower.
Death is all-pervading, while we are still living,
our lives are alive and vibrant.
Kept within our beings until death takes it all
away from us in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem