Mama Nature

“I shall not drop my leaves this year”,  said the tree

“Well, then, the Queen can be happy with no mating”, buzzed the drone

While the annual in the garden whispered, “I am going to force my flower to bloom forever.”

Hard for us to accept

Tears mark the ends

We search our world to see how we fit

We too have a birth

A life

And a death.

Some learn acceptance

And gratitude

Some rebel 

With stubborn denial

Look around

Nothing stays the same

Waves on the sand 

Change each grain

Trees blow, leaves fall

Impermanent world

Wishing for more

Makes me sad

My time will come

I hope I can say, “Thank you.”