Nothing completely dies,
But everything is transformed from its old nature to a new one.
When everything ends, everything begins anew.
The love that ends, finds new enchantment in another form.
The rain that drops proclaims its arrival,
And rises again in silence to where it cometh.
In fall the leaves wither away and in spring they blossom.
In death the soul drops its body in weakness,
But rises a quickened spirit in power and glory.
Even the caterpillar will testify, for he flies a butterfly