A Leaf in the Forest

The midnight sun sets rapidly beyond the florescent horizon. As if in the blink of the eye the glowing red ball of fire then sublimes from the darkness. Time is racing. Humans are born, grow old, and then return to the earth as flowers and trees. Buildings are built, reaching heaven only to crumble to the ground as sediment. For this is the age of Kali-yuga spanning 432,000 human years. An era of sorrow and shortened lifetimes. But our soul is eternally recycled into new corporal vessels. Reincarnation. Until the golden age of satya-yuga, we are but whispers in the wind. As ephemeral as butterflies moonlighting beneath the aurora borealis. As transient as a second, yet consistent like the clock that bares it. We have our purposes. These are meaningful and unique to each of us. Then we pass our essence, the spirit of our life onto our progeny. A memory carried forward by the ones that we love and love us in return. This is the future and this is the history of all that is. And this is but a leaf in the great forest that is Time.