All in Vain

Where can one learn of love?

Probably from the moon.

It is forsaken every morning for the sun

But comes back for its own noon.

Where can one learn to learn?

Probably from the leaves.

To the sun they shift wherever be its sight

And thus the plant bows to perceive.

Where can one learn of agony?

Probably from the rocks

They are washed and broken down to dust

To form the source in the pots.

Where can one learn of silence?

Probably from the breeze

It hears all that comes and goes

And yet in silence it stands and in silence, it leaves.

Where can one learn of ignorance?

Probably from humanity

All my words are of human construct

All in vain for our reality.