Life is cyclic in nature . It has no definite beginning and end . We all are born , we live and we die , leaving a trail of memories but our souls are born again and again.
The blue log conveys the same aspect of life. Once upon a time it would have been a green , flourishing tree inviting myriad forms of fauna , providing shelter to birds , squirrel ; fruits full of ambrosia to the hungry . But as it grew old , it withered away , enriching the soil. But as it will decay, it will also serve breeding ground for the new saplings , giving birth to new life. We are born alike but what we leave behind defines our greatness.Our deeds not years define the length of our lives.
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