You are a leaf.

Time is a river.

We are all but little leaves

in the river of time.

You fall into existence

from the tree of those yet to be

who will all become little leaves

in the river of time.

The river is quiet

but only at first.

There are rough waters ahead for all the little leaves

drifting along in the river of time.

Soon the rapids they shall reach

Water get rough and rocks stand dauntingly in the path

of all the little leaves

on the river of time.

But the river will carry them around those tall rocks

and through those rough waters

one way or another

Carried along by the river of time.

But even for as long as the leaves float on

every little one shall be battered and banged

for they are, after all, just tiny little leaves,

tiny little leaves on the river of time.

And every little leaf shall one day sink

to the bottom of the river

and out of time

out of the river of time.

Millions of leaves

sit quietly at rock bottom

the rock bottom of the river of time

never to float along again.