Some Falls

Nature’s buildings grow weary and old
not even the fresh coat prevents its loss
it prepares for the sea of white darkness to come.
The essence of life
runs a continuous stream
as if staying
yet going
all at once
down to old friends who’ve taken the plunge.
A war brews
its cause just,
although a single death seems to be too much,
or exactly enough
because wars can be won –
and always are –
only after a life has ended.
A simple step on air
and life either ends
Or changes forever;
just pray the walker is strong.