Holding onto a tree for dear life

Oh everything ends it seems

I guess I should have known

I have seen the bread I forgot in the back of the fridge mold

I have seen leaving falling from trees return to the dirt

People I have known have died

But things are ending while i'm still alive

My heart still beats and yet things are stopping

I wake everyday to see my life decomposing

I am not like bread or a leaf

I am like a rock slowly eroding while the landscape around it quickly changes

I am like a single drop of water being consumed,reused, evaporated, and then once again cast down towards earth

I know the bread became food in another way

I know the leaves added nutrients to the dirt

I know the rock has been a seat, a table, a stepping stone for many

I know that water drop has gone on millions of adventures

I know it's transformation not death

So why do I feel like i'm dying?

Why do I feel like change takes me with it whisking me up like a tornado and dropping my body when it is done with me?

I feel like I am wasting away when I am simply walking in another direction

I will miss my tree

I will miss my lake

Who knows if I will like being part of the ocean

Or compost

I know I should just let go

But i'm not ready

Please let me hold on

For just

One

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