Just like the stars, we shine.
But instead of just dying, and just stop shining,
we can opt to explode instead.
Explode not to cause distress.
But explode to shine even brighter.
Explode not to outshine the sun.
But to help it light up the universe and all the heavenly bodies.
It may only take a few minutes or seconds.
Just like how star’s explosion leave off heavy elements for the universe to consume.
Us…the little acts of kindess.
At least, we made something out of our mortal bodies.
Then we did not die in vain… like the stars.
Moi, the shining caterpillar, =]
They gracefully dance to the tune of the wind swiftly blowing.
Under the clouds slowly clearing for the blue skies.
While the sun’s rays reaching the flowers’ scarlet red petals, seemingly wanting to touch it. Maybe kiss it. Or embrace it.
Feeling the incessant pouring of the rain.
Accepting the full glory.
Washing away all the bugs trying to ruin the nature’s gift of beauty.
With the promise of growth and never ending bliss.
Which roots lie in the depths of their flourishing soil.
Keeping their strength as their stems hold on to the end.
Their thorns protecting them from the vermin of this vile realm.
Do not wither in their natural course.
Do not grow old.
They succumb to someone else’s happiness or grief.
Is there even an in between? or just a small gap to fill?
How do they feel?
That they need to face death to serve the people who once served them.
Do they really die?
Or they live on…
humans’ happy memories.