Only Changed

Can a thing be called alive

If it does not ever change?

And can a thing in evolution

Ever have a name?

And if a thing has no identity

Can it die all the same?

Take an apple tree in isolation

Whose fallen flesh has fertilized

New sprigs into generation.

Has a thing actually died?

And just as two points

Create a line,

So the motion of all things

Does create time.

When a drop of water

That is rain manifest, 

Now falls to the ocean,

Does its lake not still exist?

As life’s river

Flows through time,

So do its beginnings

Never actually die.

As the stars sing

The story of the past,

So with all things

Their substance shall last.

Time and change

Are age old friends.

It is us who needs

To make amends.

For without that

Which we do fear,

We ourselves

Would not be here.

How ironic to comprehend

That our greatest foe

Should be our friend.

And that which we thought

Was our fall

Was simply motion

And no more.

The universe does

Not forget

And nor does

It regret.

And so

We grow together

In a cycle

As the weather.

Nothing costed.

Nothing gained.

Nothing lost,

Only changed.