A short walk down the beach; a stone's throw
(for all its predictable trajectory)
between the sea, its stilling waves,
and the lonely roughened tree.
It is as simple as this: the wind
(which is circumstance) lifts a leaf
(showing life) and carries it (living)
to the sea (which is death).
and the tree (happy mother) has
a thousand still left.
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