The Tree of Time

The leaf must fall

Then can it only prosper into a tree

This change is inevitable

Though it holds no protest of its loss, nor the toil that it undergoes

Though it may be engulfed in snow or ice

Picked up by a crow or eaten by mice

It retains its demeanour 

Its wisdom only compounds by each passing second

But as leaves fall from a tree when time is gone, it is gone

That, even a blind man can see

One can only move on

Only fools confute

Though they linger ever so closer to death

Never realising that the gift of life itself is true wealth

They spend their lives as a mere brute,

Living within their own delusion.

They attempt to grasp the future, and yet nothing they find.

Stay in the present

Continue your ascent, to evade demise

Shoot for the moon

And even if you miss, you will still be among the stars.