All That Came Have Come Before Me

All that came have come before me beacons lighting from the past, streams run swiftly down the mountain rocks worn smoother as they pass. Forests overgrown in wonder; trees pressed up against the sky, flowers teaching ways of beauty to the sun's all seeing eye. All I am and I becoming carried like the seeds of spring growing in the breath of summer covered by the falling leaves. Then in stillness I departing chilled by the cold winter's breeze, all that came have come before me water lilies on the stream.