I look out of my window
On the tree outside
I see an orange leaf shining thru..
A sea of green..
The next day…
I see a few more peeping thru
Then yesterday
I saw the tree covered with
A million orange leaves !!
A revolution !!
Suddenly it’s here
A beautiful sight
Finally!!!

If her death is like that of a rose
Turning into soil

Then how is death not the beginning of life?