Seas, lakes, and gulfs come and go.
Fed by springs, streams, and rivers
which, apart and together, go with the flow.
Puddles dry up, continents drift,
mountains arise in tectonic shifts.
The world rearranges, everything changes.
Do not form attachments to mountain ranges.
Empires rise. Empires fall.
What, after all, is the point of it all?
What matter which actor wins which award?
Who sets what record? What is outlawed?
Things come apart, things coalesce.
Every which way, it is a mess.
Today I find everything so depressing.
But, then again, that's what I do every Spring.
