There once was a greybeard who looked at the world
“The ten-thousand things!” he spake, lips unfurled
He knew that his number was silly and trite
but a Truth he embedded in his verbage that night
Every bit of nature has presence in its time
but the ten-thousand things change their shape..
as a rhyme
The leaf that today is trod underfoot
in a day might be burned and turned into soot
But the leaf is a leaf for today and all time
and the soot will be soot in its day..for all time
The learned might name the greybeard a dunce
but every leaf, every frog
is ten-thousand things..
All at once