Filtering down through the pines
On the hilltop;
It starts like that.
A stream is born, joins other streams
And soon you have a river
Strong enough to reach the ocean.
So it is with humans, too.
Starting with a father’s sperm,
A mother’s egg.
You end up with a human
Striding across the Earth.
This human lives, loves, suffers,
And eventually dies.
It is a life.
Of course, those pine trees
Have a beginning and an end, too,
As does the earth.
There might be a drought, no rain.
A potential father turns away from his wife
And goes to sleep alone
Under the thirsty pine trees.
What do I know? Nothing.
Leave me be. Let me
Try and learn something from silence.