I went for a walk as the old world crumbled.
A hearse drove slowly past me,
With the deceased journeying for the last time,
Flanked with a wreath spelling out "OM",
Their voice now silenced forever, their forehead so cold,
Nay, their voice now added to the eternal sound of "OM".

I walked on with a heavy heart and with my chest constricted.
Some distance away, I saw a hedge sprouting a row of hopeful young buds.
A young blackbird gleefully bathed in a muddy puddle.
Here, in front of my eyes, a new world was stirring,
And timidly stretching into existence, in no particular hurry,
Unencumbered by the burdens of the past.

My spirits were momentarily lifted,
But equally I grieved for the passing world,
As one would for a lost dear one.
"Live so we may rest, love so we may find peace."
Sighed the dying world.
"I...am…" stuttered the new world, "I AM here."