Zest for life.

The oasis turned out to be a mirage?
The largess of humanity shrunk?
But let no earthy creature ever,
dour your beatific spunk.

The old leaves change hue,
New life evolves
The verdant leave speaks of hope,
On life's axis,one revolves.

In this transitory world,
Change is always permanent;
Accept it with open arms,
Its a winner of life's testament.

The occasional pain that raise its head,
Is a reminder of gash in the bossom,
Ponder momentarily on the dying buds,
Before merging in the thousand blossom.