Lessons from an old cat

We should not fool ourselves;
Death desires only life and this powerful planet continues on despite us.

The old cat dies; the Springers charge down the path giddy with freedom.
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.