What would be life if it weren't for death,
somethings are never one without the other.
What would be spring without the fall,
A bloom that serves all must pay the price.
What would be the calm without the storm,
the dark without the light, the day without the night.
What would be loves' joy without hates' pain, the rivals that seem to always remain.
What would be the warmth of summers kiss
Without the frost of winters bite.
What would be yesterday without tomorrow's delight, happiness without the sorrow, the rise without its set, the beginning without its end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem