we all die,
that is a fact
do not be sad,
we all die, that is
a real fact,
be excited, for soon
when you die, and you
rot and you go back to
dust, and all of you
joins all the elements of
the earth,
which recreates you once
again into another form
another matter or another
life,
a flower perhaps, or a bee,
or a fish, or
even another king or queen,
whatever
it will always be something
new, in another time
another milieu
be happy then,
life does not end,
it will always be
another life,
another beginning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem