Unknown wildflowers
Grace the field of tomorrows
Yesterdays lift as dandelion seed
And blow away

He loved her as she was
Then and now
There are sticks on the forest floor
They snap loudly

If one should step on them
Even when dead
They voice their outrage
At the nature of things

An obsession with the nature of the sky
The overwhelming beauty
The overwhelming emptiness
Holds eternal fulfillment 

For the nonbeing