Infinite impermanence

We travel—

Through vast outer space.

Within time,

But out of place.

Stuck in between,

We know the cost,

To live boldly

In the face of loss. 

To feel the breeze,

Of winters bite,

And end back up

In summers light. 

A tree is planted,

Yet eventually falls,

The shade it offered

No longer calls. 

And in its place

New life can grow.

An empty space,

New stage — same show. 

When all is done

It will commence, 

This cycle 

of infinite impermanence.