All that remains

A tree, a branch
roots that curl and burrow
through the chalk.

A whisper in the leaves
a skylark's glorious
defiant song.

Snails along the path
rain that washes all away
and wheat again as tall as ever.

A life, a smile
reaching out and touching others
changing imperceptibly
the fabric of our universe.

Thank you Rebecca, there where we walk for a little while.