The Pain Passes, But The Beauty Remains. Poem by Yoyama Magwashu

Each time you read a book, a tree smiles knowing there's life after death.
That's what you should do when I'm also out of breath,
Because dying is an art, like anything else.
I am slowly fading away and I love it
Because my forest is dark, the trees are sad, and all the butterflies have broken wings so I deserve to rest.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer, you will remember me.
So let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences.