Immortality

We offen do ponder the birds that will fly, the ground at our feet, the sun in the sky. Lies like rocks, we cast in the pond, the larger the stone, the more chaos is shown. Much like the tracks we leave in the dirt, that soon will be blown right from this earth The day that it comes, thy sunset receds, don't fear what proceeds, nor fall to your knees. The birds that will fly far from the nest, thy memories shall grant them comfort and rest. In this we do see how free we can be, and in that we are granted, immortality.