Physics, Life, and Everything Else

Strolling through the woodland,
Between the evergreen trees,
It could be any time,
Here in this place.

No one here to shame the trees,
That have stood since time began,
That have witnessed rains, flood, and fire,
Yet shrugged them off their timely minds.

No one’s wrist here to glance at,
Eyes that flit down and up again,
Following that steeled and weighty blade,
That cuts the sun from the moon,
And drags us away,
Abandoning our past.

Alone here in a silence thick with life,
Hearing every word unspoken,
Each utterance already said,
And all those that won’t be voiced,
Yesterday and tomorrow, married at last.

Lending our ears and bending our minds,
To a wind that has blown the same way forever,
Who has heard the crunch of Autumn leaves,
The whistle of Winter wind,
The giggling of Spring lovers,
The drone of Summer planes.

For when we come back here again,
In time,
We will be where we stand again,
And who we are once more.