It is how we ride, not fall

It is how we ride, not fall

It is how we ride , not fall
We know the end that awaits all

But it is not the end that is to bear
But how we journeyed our way there

And this end , is it really a end of all that be
Our merely a transformation, to reality?

Meanwhile let us journey, gently
Savor the breeze , be grateful to the tree

So when we meet our reckoning hour
We have less to regret , more we have showered

And let our transformation be for gladness
Leave a few rustling songs to wipe away another's sadness

--shubha