173. A Little Thing Called Life

I once climbed a redwood tree,

but only to see the fallen leaves

that lay there beneath me.

Though I found myself alive,

I knew I would one day die,

and I’d fall with a heavy sigh.

The journey to the redwood’s peak

left no more for me to seek,

and I was left alone, and weak. 

I had done everything I wanted to,

and yet I felt sad and somewhat blue,

though I had yet to visit the moon.

I knew I would never go,

though I’d still a bit of hope

that I’d meet her heavenly glow.

And I had doubts of what was next,

though I knew that it would be best

to lay all my dreams down to rest.

Though upon this lonely tree,

I’d lost my way, and couldn’t see

the person I was meant to be.

And till my very last day,

I’d no more I needed to say,

as I watched all the leaves decay.

Time, I saw, was just as alive

as perhaps you, or as I.

And I thought it was a lie.

And I then realized

what this was, this lie.

It was a little thing called life.