Death desires only life and this powerful planet continues on despite us.
And from the forest trees the birds sing in a new day.
Each death forms a blanket cradling life to come;
The nurse pine falls as her saplings take root to rise into the sky she has opened.
Two toads part open the walk;
revealing the bolete and chantrelle that take residence for a single day.
A parent dies and is mourned as the grandchild first sees light;
And before her first breath, those same genes determine her demise.
What I see is nothing new but ever so;
The rapture of one small planet in a universe of unknowns.