unlike us

there is no visible
fret in nature, no
sighing, or heaving
of hearts among the
trees or wildlife,
the stream doesn't
sag in sadness at no
rain, or at a deluge,
their is no grief
in snow or heat,
or sheets of ice
that find a way
to cover everything.
it all just happens,
death comes, life
goes on, everything
on it's own merciful
clock, so unlike us.