People die.
But their stories live on in the hearts of those
who had loved them.
Like the fire which has burned out.
But the ashes still remaining.

The memories wiped out
after years pass by,
Like the ashes swept
Away by the wind.

Yet the trees, the sky, the sun,
They all remain witness
to the life that was once lived
to the laughter and tears it shed.

Immortal therefore to nature,
Is the fickle human soul,
It lives on forever,
Witnessed by the sun, moon and stars-though ages may roll.

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         honest
               for
                 yours.

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No escalators to heaven , no free rides .
Just one long hard climb , one step at a time .

Thank darkness
Because it shows you light.

Thank sadness
Because it shows you mirth.

Thank sickness
Because it shows you health.

Thank death
Because it shows you life.