cw: death

 

I wonder if many a flower

Considers their life longlived

Blossom in spring

Wither in fall

To blossom again

 

If many a tree

Considers their life short

To fall after a few decades

With scant time to explore

 

If many a stone

Ageless observer of earth

Scoffs at life

For life is marked by death

 

If many a number 

didn't want to be an age

didn't want to mark when life began

and life began to end

 

If many an idea

Thought itself smart for its age

Barely formulated

At the cusp of ingenuity

Only to be smashed down

Thrown away

 

If many a pillow

Measured its age in hugs received

And not in suns rotated

For the hugger is the sun

 

If many a ice

Confined under more ice

Grew old and wise

But stayed quiet 

 

If many a monument

Dreaded the day 

They become many a pebble

Or dreaded the life 

Where they turn immortal

 

If many a rumor

Speeding ever faster

Becomes old sooner

Dies out earlier

 

If maybe we together,

passing knowledge through time,

ever will see the origin

with more than blurry glasses

see the process

with more than the lens of the present

see the culmination

with more than predicting and preaching

See us growing old

Or be young anew