the tree provided shade, as it stood
the leaves provided work, as they fell
i provided the quest; as i thought
to gather all the leaves
the endless quests to gather
and disperse all things
is what to do with our time
we name, we control, we weep
and laugh. define and seize
only to realize one day
that death takes us all
arbitrary lines in the sand
futility of definition
life is a game
the rules are rigged
death always wins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem