Leaves fall when the season ends

The end begins the day

Desire for immortality begins to wane

A delicate and fragile moment it is

Sudden disappearance is easy to theorize

But hard to accept

One observes the change

But finds it difficult to accept the change

One doesn’t go instantly

One doesn’t go randomly

One goes in instalments

Slowly one falls apart

It is never a perfect ending.

Denial is impossible, departure is certain

Not certain is the final destination

One comes with fists closed

Ready for aggression and acquisition

When one goes, fist is open

Nothing one can take away

So painful is the final separation

From the yawning emptiness of the pupils

It is so easy to certify a dead

But so difficult to accept the death of a dead

Leaves fall when their season ends

And spring brings new buds on the trees