Death Is Life

Once I saw a moment in brief,
A dry,deadly,dreadful leaf.
Peacefully lying on earthly palm,
As if saying death is always calm.
Small creatures seems smiling at me,
A sleepy child of some lively tree.
Once it was green and now brown,
The fear of death made it feel down.
Perhaps it enjoyed all its miseries and mirth,
Truly all are born to die on Earth.
Slowly the dead will disappear in dust,
And the new will dance during dawn to dusk.
Death of life though gives much pain,
But it is death which brings life again.
Life always peeps through window of death,
Then death is life and life is not death....