December Twenty Third

From cradle to grave we witness growth and with that decay. Both are intrinsically the same as fundamentally without one the other cannot be seen.

Growth

Now I revisit a place from my past and I bear witness to the fruition of the years that have gone while I have grown

I see trees that I had a hand in planting with a father which were saplings like me.

Now they are the towering giants of the area where they be

Some of the biggest conifers that were are now I see are now just stumps for one to rest on

So I sit and the space stirs memories of that time back then

The land has been altered by man and also I note buildings that were are now crumbing in thickets

I now am aware that all the growth I see shall always change back into its components and simple be swallowed up by the growth of the days that come

Everything is in a state of decay it seems from see to grave

The growth that we witness in physical form of all things is so transient it reminds me of a passing Suns ray

How have I grown over these last sixty years and more

In all things our thought too are ephemeral and change like the weather

Some days our presence is like a warm summers day, inspiring growth and bewildering shoots to raise there gaze

On others perhaps we cause life to wilt, grow drab and disappear

What I have grown to know is we are here part of a creation that science cannot comprehend how or why

So I smile at all the growth that I have seen and wish to be no more than in life a tree allowed to grow and live naturally