They say that we disappear when we depart,
I believe that is a lie.
When we give compassion to those at such tight corners,
they are as if anew.
All flowers may bloom
that is its choice.
However if they choose to ignore their surroundings,
how is it that they still stand in emptiness?
We are given choices
to either do good or bad.
If done the latter,
those who do will wither when Winter comes.
Whichever ourselves we be remembered by,
either for our legacy,
or the other,
We are able to choose how we shine and bloom,
as well when the time comes be drifted away by the sudden howls.
Inspired by the quote:
What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and becomes immortal."
(BTW I love writing poetry and I find it amazing~! )