Musings
I ponder about the life of a tree as I sit across from it
watching ripples disturb its mirrored image
that lays gentle on the surface of a pond
I can't help but wonder
how many ripples its seen over its years
how many different images of itself it has known
Like my own life
the ripples of years wash towards me
and carry with them the different images I've known
I'm not as old or as wondrous as this tree
neither do I have its beauty or its grace
it has stretched its limbs far beyond its boundaries
I have not
and though I can see I wonder
of all the years I've lived my life
I've been here no longer
then the years it took to grow the breadth of a single limb
Life is the only thing we have in common
both our lives are reflected in the ripples that cross the ages
that rush towards us until our end
Contest GIF 1 2/24/20
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