Permanent means dead; And the longer a temporary takes, the greater becomes the illusion of permanency. To get stuck in the webs of this illusion is to step closer to death. 

Life happens only in a set of temporaries. Each time you close and open a new one, it's as if you were born again....

Fallen. . .

A tiny bird fallen from a tall tree hosting a small nest;
Right after a sudden cruel rain;
Would all the world get together to find him his mother if he screamed all the way?

Who would stop and care, for a tiny scream, let out from the bottom of a tiny heart,
right after a loud rain?