Pass in the end.
Even you, old friend
Though you seemed at times
To challenge this law.
But no, you too
Now finally replaced
By space.
Even Trees
The Miracle of This Being Here
The Miracle of This Being Here
Pass in the end.
Even you, old friend
Though you seemed at times
To challenge this law.
But no, you too
Now finally replaced
By space.
Constant Voice 
So grateful for these words today as I am experiencing the truth of even the trees… while reading your poem I noticed a shift from feeling disoriented and lost at the sight of this empty space to the awe and gratitude that anything is even here at all. Thank you !
You put it very beautifully, yes….the gift of simply being at all is so gentle and easily overlooked….just like the tree in this poem; a tree I’d known forever, suddenly not there.