The Leaves Fell From The Tree Poem by Sara Shadows

the tree provided shade, as it stood
the leaves provided work, as they fell
i provided the quest; as i thought
to gather all the leaves

the endless quests to gather
and disperse all things
is what to do with our time

we name, we control, we weep
and laugh. define and seize

only to realize one day
that death takes us all
arbitrary lines in the sand
futility of definition

life is a game
the rules are rigged
death always wins