Beginning or end?

The birds fly in a long succession of vees

Rising upwards to the sky

For how many centuries have they done that?

Or was it only yesterday that the first bird flew?

A stone has fallen in the still waters

See the ripples reaching out

Moving to the edge of time ever moving out

For how many centuries have the waters moved

Or was it only yesterday that the great power

Separated the seas from the land?

Watch the leaves as they fall

The edge of the autumn wind is kissed by Winter

But look, the fruit is plumped!

How many autumns have passed?

Or was it only yesterday that the first leaf turned gold?

Nothing matters.

Not the birds

Not the waters

Not the leaves

Nor yet the autumn wind

Nothing will stop the earth from turning

Or orbiting on its silly course eon after eon.

Nothing is definite

Only the complete finishing of death.

And then the question comes

Age after age…

Does death finish?