Today the butterflies
Are dancing on the wind
And the wind
Is dancing in the emptiness
The birds seem so carefree
I don’t think they know our predicament
The beetles have emerged
And scurry across the path
Busy with business
Unaware of their proximity
To sudden annihilation
I cannot tell them
And I cannot save them

My heart breaks for everything
Nothing escapes death
And the truth is this
Either closes the heart
Or opens it
Either way
There is nothing that can be done.

Photo by Ana Martinuzzi on Unsplash