Death, Life's Dance Of Renewal

Ever alive, life knows death's no evil, Body alone gets burnt, decayed, buried, New name, new game, life on to a new drill; It may or not change, nor yet learn new creed— But change immortal is, and mortal is Only what changes; and still scared of death, Afraid of dying flesh, life in disease, Man's scared of change, of fostering new faith. And where's in Nature what we call as death? A change, no more than cosmic reshuffle, To matter energy's rare kiss of breath, Obvious to some, to some far too subtle, Alive or not, all things transform with time, A dance of renewal is it in mime. _____________________________________________ Sonnets | 02.09.11 |