To think through the retrospection.
To think I'm here able.
To think I was a dust at the hill of a telescope.
To think hence I will be a root of an evergreen tree drenched in the flavor of sunset.
To think everyday I die, and everyday I'm birth.
The Sun the same, and the passing clouds.
The deeds that render me, and the deeds I've rendered I wear upon my sleeve.
To think here and now the best.
Another will think here and now the past.
The beautiful crisp dying leaves,
To think they kept the trees warm.
To think their color is now warm.