Life and Death

Life and...

You'll never see a wood march
You'd laugh if I said I'd seen one move
I had to watch it closely
It might look as if it's dead
but it's not
it's moving all the time

full of life

you see what you want
but look again, it's moving
the gentle breeze
the birds that fly
this wood's alive

and in that frozen moment
when the wind and birds stop
waiting to hear
the sound of silent bells
it moves

The wood will never reach the end
long after we are gone
so full of life
the wood is always moving
and still

...Death

I'd never seen a fly die
I'd even questioned whether they really did
you never see it happen
you see the wild flight before
and the still
never do you see it

until today

what did I expect?
surely not some great parting
no final words
or sobs goodbye
not for a fly

and yet the world was silent
as if the trees and birds
wanted to hear
what one of millions said
they heard

did it know the end was coming?
was the fly still aware?
no parting words
it just jumped on to its back
and still