Metamorphosis

Rocks sitting still in the silence of time,
Settling down slowly and sinking in slime,
Tertiary, quaternary, secondary, prime -
But they're changing to something else.

Man grasping still at a past now long gone,
Flickering and failing, but still hanging on,
Otherwise what will he depend upon
When he's changing to something else.

Is dying just failing, nothing but loss?
Is it no more than just one last, final gloss
On a life that has always been bearing a cross
Although changing to something else?

Hear now the chimes and the sound as it fades
Like the twilight that drags the sunlight to the shades,
Or the seed that is sprouting, the life from the dead -
All changing to something else.

Gone is the cool of the morning's first light,
The noon has shone angrily with no respite;
Now they're both gone forever, replaced by the night -
All is changing to something else.