The Seedling from Mossweaver by Old Growth

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.

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 one with the hallowed earth again.

We 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?

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