In October, they drop their leaves, so gracefully. And in the spring, they bloom again. For us too there are comings and goings, the births and deaths, the seasons of our lives. When we are ready, and even if we are not ready, we will die. Because what dies is not who we are.
Death can be peaceful.
But if we have not come to realise our true nature, it can seem very frightening, and we might resist a lot. Then when the time comes, we can die consciously, totally open, just like the leaves fluttering down, as leaves are meant to do. We're looking for happiness, for a safe refuge, for peace. We desperately try to protect ourselves by collecting more and more possessions, having to have bigger and bigger locks on the door, putting in alarm systems. This is not to put down the material realm.