Surrender to the cycle

Death is like that old friend you haven’t seen since Freshman Year High school;

You aren’t  exactly sure if you want to meet up again, 

But when you do it's the most fun you have had in ages. 

Death is like a flower before winter.  

The flowers blooming is absolutely beautiful 

But if the flower doesn’t surrender to the earth and the rage of the winter storms,

It wouldn’t rise again the next year to have a beautiful bloom in the spring.

I still don’t know if death is bad. 

I know I miss you. 

I know I will miss your firm shoulder. 

I know I will miss your earth-stained hands, 

That made so many feel safe and loved. 

But I don’t know if death is the sad part 

Because just like a reunion with an old friend and a flower rising again in the spring,

It is a cycle  we must learn to surrender to.