In my search for tranquility,
I stumble upon a path,
Unknowingly,
This is an opportunity,
A once in a lifetime chance.
It seems mildly enigmatic,
But still quite nurturing,
As if created by humans,
But perfected by mother nature.

Eventually I come upon a bridge.
Strong, yet lonely.
Archaic, yet full of life.
I cross this bridge,
Unaware of my destination,
Yet sure of an insightful journey.
Then I find myself in a dilemma,
A fork in the path.

One side seems wider,
Full of life with a quicker tempo.
The other is less broad,
Almost harsh, and dead.
Which should I choose?
A trail full of life...

Or death?

Without a second thought…
Death is my option.

This path was full of thorns,
And small shrubs with little life,
But I trudged my way through every obstacle.
Eventually, I began to see light, and creatures…

Life.

I saw everything tranquil upon the path of death.
I finally found what I had been looking for.
All I had to do was,
Go through death,

To receive life and tranquility.