Of Life and Death

                                       Symbols adorn peak after peak,
                                       Filling the landscape where they sleep,
                                       Those of the new and the antique,
                                       Those set down deep- those that still creep.
                                       This is the find without the seek,
                                       This is where flowers grow in snow,
                                       And in blazing sun, there is cold.
                                       This is where there is no hello,
                                       And the goodbyes tire and grow old.