Destiny

The mighty mountains remain indifferent 

The icy cold cannot touch them

The sprightly tree remains unmoved

The wintry winds hold no sway

The Leaves, the frail leaves though...they fall down gemtly

The fleeting flowers too

Wither way too soon

The mighty Mountains , the sprightly Tree, the  fallen Leaves, the fleeting flowers...all  stay still, in silent surrender 

Each to their destiny tied