The Autumn saw
my green body turn yellow
and with the flow of winds
I moved on towards
my new journey.
The tree, my father
having nurtured me
standing majestically
and silently
did not hold me any more.
I had come of age
capable to embrace
the dew drops
and dance with
the blades of grass
Eventually
to become dust
and dissolve
into the eternal embrace
of Mother earth
Is this dissolution
Death or Life?
Perhaps,
The path that we seek
... Nirvana
