Not Yet Dead

There is a reason. There's a reason why people come into your life. Just like leaf on a tree, which change, as the seasons pass by. Some stay mere yet impose strong influence. Some stay forever With absolute no existence. some become thorn To protect the rose from being plucked. some spread bitter To arouse the spartan who deserves to be remembered. You are son of the universe, daughter of the mother land. Just like all trees and stars who shade and fade. yet have the potential For the sky to invade. With all pain that comes across the feet leading should never stop. Never get disdained, even for once to be a shadow of the moon. As the black is unfurled, For the stars to be perennial. This is autumn, Prepare for more blood to shed. But believe in your opulence, For the spring is not yet dead.