All That Came Have Come Before Me

All that came have come before me
beacons lighting from the past,
streams run swiftly down the mountain
rocks worn smoother as they pass.
Forests overgrown in wonder;
trees pressed up against the sky,
flowers teaching ways of beauty
to the sun’s all seeing eye.

All I am and I becoming
carried like the seeds of spring
growing in the breath of summer
covered by the falling leaves.
Then in stillness I departing
chilled by the cold winter’s breeze,
all that came have come before me
water lilies on the stream.