See with every turning day,

how each season wants to make a child

of you again, wants you to become

a seeker after birdsong and rainfall,

watch how it weathers you

into a testing in the tried and true,

tells you with each falling leaf,

to leave and slip away, even from the branch that held you,

to be courageous, to go when you need to

to be like that last word you’d want to say before you leave the world.

- David Whyte