Simple Writing

There once was a joker, wandering and free,
With a laugh so contagious, it was impossible not to glee.
He roamed from town to town, spreading cheer and mirth,
His laughter so infectious, it warmed the coldest earth.

With every step he took, his laughter echoes far and wide,
Inviting all to join him, as he laughed with joy and pride.
His eyes twinkled like stars, and his smile was bright,
A beacon of happiness, that shone so clear and bright.

He made people forget their troubles, and bask in delight,
As his laughter filled the air, and took their worries out of sight.
His spirit was contagious, and his heart was pure and true,
And everyone he met, felt happier just being near him too.

But one day, the joker grew tired, his laughter lost its gleam,
And the townsfolk realised, their joy was not as it seemed.
For the joker was but a wanderer, who carried his pain within,
And his laughter was but a mask, hiding a heart that had been broken.

And so, the joker moved on, leaving the townsfolk in mourning,
Their laughter fading away, as his laughter stopped echoing.
For though he brought them joy, his own heart was filled with woe,
And the townsfolk were left to remember, the joker and his contagious laughter, no more.

The villagers were curious and asked, "What happens after death?" The sage replied, "No one truly knows, but it is believed that the soul is reincarnated and begins a new journey in another form."

Years passed, and one by one, the villagers grew old and passed away, but their memories and spirit lived on through their descendants. The sage's words brought comfort to the villagers, and they came to understand that death was not an end, but simply a new beginning.

One day, the sage himself grew old and passed away, but his legacy and wisdom lived on through the generations that followed. The villagers learned that life and death were two sides of the same coin, and that each person's journey was a unique and precious gift.

In the end, the sage's tale about life and death became a cherished legend in the village, and it served as a reminder to cherish every moment of life and not to fear death, for it was simply a transition to the next stage of the journey.