Contradictions African Winter Hair Revelation

Both time & Life is fleeting Birth most certainly Similataniously Also leads and ends in death Like the winter climate in South Africa Johannesburg specifically during Winter As coming in the end of Autumnal May When the Summer rains have gone and is over Everything and all around has turned Brittle dry and a hue colored brow What then becomes a familiar sight Is seeing desolate scrubs of wasteland set alight All burnt down until sand and black charred remains Are all that is left to be seen However fortunately when spring eventually arrives Bringing with it fort it's quenching thirsting rain That same barren ravaged landscape Renews and brings forth with it fresh life again Simararilay like when we go and get a haircut In order to remove and cut off split ends Which makes it once more grow and thrive again But as a caveat I am also willing to admit There is most always an exception to the rule And if I may please use myself as an example To prove this point if you are willing to indulge me In regards to me using a haircut as a metaphor That is until one day you are like me Find yourself not having to cut your hair anymore As you haven't got anymore no longer to cut You are now Bald and it unfortunately Ain't coming or you aren't able to grow back And it is only after that and at that point You will eventually finally come to understand And finally eventually realize and begin to appreciate That which you seemingly took for granted The difference between linear thinking Life and Deaths