the grass is growing
no choice
how fast or slow
no choice
it swoops and bends and swirls
and waves and drops its seeds
no choice
it ripens
and gets eaten by the birds
i can not see
where every strand of grass ends up
and ends its life
i cannot see the nutrients dismantle
and feed the next young tyke
no choice
i can not see
where
my son has gone,
his body laid down too
the leaf leaves the tree at a moment in time
when?
when?
no choice
by me
orchestrated by something
so much larger than myself
i can not see
where he has gone
i really can not see
an actual cause for tears,
evidence,
i can not find
for what i can not see
is where i
am blind
a mystery
is but waiting
beyond the bend
in my mind
my son has gone walking
walking
walking
beyond
the corners
of my mind
no choice
the tune is playing
in the sunlight
throughout time
who thinks he holds the reins
to his life upon this earth
is misguided,
not the Guide,
that predates
and transcends
his little birth.
no choice
the beauty
of the raindrops
that fall
and fall
and fall
why why why
is there any difference
between my son
and
all?
would you stop the earth from turning?
the seasons to reverse?
would you stay a man from dying
and lay on him
your
curse...
(your
fear
of
death...)?
what on this planet
is
eternal
and will stay?
blessings to every single thing
as it passes
away
every moment
every moment
every
m o m e n t . . .
thank you
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