There is a sense of loss when looking at the collapsed
There is a sense of mortality, knowing nothing will last.
It is a lesson that we learn each day of our lives
One we actively forget or against which we strive
Denying the inevitable in the wake of today
Knowing that time will win in its own way.
What we do not destroy on our own
Nature can easy claim all alone.
Years to create and years more to marvel
Yet in the blink of an eye it appears to unravel.
How can it be that so much will be lost?
For all of us it is the ultimate cost.
Yet the lesson to learn is not what will be
But to constantly work a new future to see.
The crumbling and decayed can again be raised
Or make way for rebuilding something worthy of new praise.
For nothing that’s done should be forgot
Nor anything remembered as something it was not.
Things are no more and no less than what they are
Each a beautiful beacon, its own shining star.
Remember them well and learn what you will
Knowing later your work will inspire a similar thought and feel.

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