We

In the canopies of trees,
leaves await their windy suitor
Shall we drift aimlessly
On currents
We know not where
They lead us
Shall we sling to our birthright
Unwavered
By our known
And ultimately
Certain future?
Where will we be?
Withering uneasily
On the breeze
Or fluttering
Like a tease
endlessly

Land of kindling
You await
And what once there
Flying free
Now settles softly
In a nest
or burrow,
Still shy
of dark moist dirt
Earthen bed
Something dangerous
And live
Deadly
Exciting
And certain.

What is your will?
Where would you
If all could go
Take us now?
To time-touched rock
Encased in history
Constant
Ephemeral
Nothingness
What now cool master?
Is this what we shall be?
Today
Tomorrow
Till eternity?