Impermanence

There is no hint of end in the air Nothing to suggest the impermanence The alluring sky azure and brightly fair Only a few dropped leaves making little sense! The smooth silence in the yellowish dark morn Lends the temptation to be here for good What was nascent is now quietly born A resigned desire to stand still in the wood! In a reality more inviting than the dream The eyes caress the sky and then the treetop Seeing yet not seeing in a trance made of whim They roll down to the ground where they stop! The trees have shed the withered leaves Remaining dispassionate and mindless The grand design Nature ceaselessly weaves To renew hope and welcome new face!