Life

Under bristled leaves
You sit
Pondering about what the years past will bring
What they have brought
Under the passing leaves
Fading into the moving sand
Ruffling
Shuffling the end from them
Soon they will decompose into the earth
Fertilizing the soil
From which they come
Nourishing the earth that nourishes all life
Coming to reconcile that all in life is in a pilgrimage
Like the air departing your nostrils
Watching the passing of the years to come
For the sustenance of a new life by the Earth
To finally understand
That we are nothing but Pilgrims!