Long Search, Life's No Resting Perch

What if today's seedling morrow Sees no dawn of the coming day? From an unfolding yesterday, If life same fate were to borrow? What if, buds blossoming today, Had lived on— changeless and deathless? What if the seed remained sprout-less? And saplings fruitless die like hay? As naught whatso lives forever, Life lives by dying constant death, Life's life, for, in death bestows faith— Life's an ever-changing river. A bird ‘tis in perennial search, It's destiny looking for perch. ___________________________________________________ Sonnets | 12.09.08 |