His was a simple life , he loved, he gave and he forgave.
In his private moments he often feared oblivion.
Will those kids remember my goodness? Will my colleagues remember my help?
Will anyone miss me after I'm gone?
When his time on earth was done, many wept over his coffin.
But the coffin was lowered into the ground and covered with earth.
As time healed wounds, the colleagues forgot him.
The children couldn't recall the uncle who would without fail bring them candies.
Mother Nature,however,did not.
She had integrated him into the greater system.
Several years later , he was blooming as a flower here , but wait! He was also that tiny sappling popping out of the earth.
He was everywhere , he would be immortal.
Year after year, parts of him would continue to bloom in different places.
He, who was born from dust had returned to dust.
In the process Mother Nature had proven wrong his fears and the fears of many of his clan.
