The Seedling
Snow-flowers wander home when they melt and flow to the roaring sea
Rock-ferns roll their fronds up close again and blend with the cold soil
Myriads of living creatures sink into death’s arms, dust to dust, spirit to spirit, waited on, watched over, noticed only by their lifegiving mother

Trees are towering in the sky, braving storms of centuries
Seedlings are turning faces to the light for a single day
All alike pass on and away under the ancient law of night‘s son
Like them we‘ll die and become onе with the hallowed earth again

Wе are nothing more than withered leaves whirled around in the winds of eternity
Do we remember the tree that shed us before everything is covered by the winter‘s veil of white?