The falling of the leaves,
The coming of the night,
The death of the phoenix,
The fall of the might,
All signify an end.
But the leaves grow again
and a new day comes,
the phoenix rises anew
and the mighty strengthen up.
One chapter of life ends
and the other begins.
Our book is never ending,
if we choose to keep writing.
The new arises from the old,
that is what has always been told.
Because in life there is no end,
only new beginnings that we have to comprehend.