Love is like the order of nature. With every violence, there is harmony. With every death, comes birth. Within the carcass, life sprouts, Feeding, growing, transforming. Every extinction brings out the survival of the fittest. And what remains are the strongest parts of you, That has endured the annihilation of your being. Then something magical happens Life begins again, as nature always perseveres. And here you stand, to celebrate this lush creation. Sleepless night scribbles