A calving glacier keeps its calm and strong composure when part of it has cracked and tumbled to the sea,
And trees still stand tall when their leaves snap and sail down to the cold ground,
A tooth falls out and the child is happy growing up,
And all three know they will grow and form again, new leaves, new teeth, so they pay no mind,
It is nothing and everything new.
But why then do the clouds in the dark sky weep when they unload their heavy burdens,
And why do I, when I am there, but I am really not the same?