Transformations

From seed to sapling, to tree, to bloom, to fruit. From plateau to grand canyon. From one unbroken landmass to scattered, glittering shards. Time keeps its cadence, yet we cradle yesterday as though tomorrow were a myth and, in a way it is, for by the time you truly see it, it has already slipped into memory’s wake. From apex to idle heir, we crown ourselves with dust the food-chain’s lonely…