Dancing with Death

Death was often misunderstood, he was always taken for a cruel heartless entity.
But that was not the case.
He adored the living, he adored the beauty of the world. The flora, the fauna. It brought a smile to his cold lips.
He would hide around trees or corners to watch Life, his counterpart, bring beauty into this world. His favorite, he loved to watch the flowers bloom and the leaves fall off the tree's for fall.
Death himself cannot touch any of what he adores with his hands, or it will wilt and die. He wears gloves to conceal his dreadful power.. He must watch from a distance.