On Leaving Poem by Sebastian Sandok

Leaving is the best part of arriving.
For to leave one place,
we are only to arrive at yet another.
To die is to be reborn, methinks.

Ebb and flow with the tides;
come and go with the seasons.

It is to grip, Oh so firmly,
then release ever sweetly.
As a stone slab renounces the cliff face,
to topple down the mountain side.

Heading the gnarled moan of a Nordic glacier,
dashing swiftly out to sea.

To depart, my friend, is to seize the day,
and gaurd the night.
It is to rise in the morning and find-
that everything I say is so.