You Asked Me About God

There is something,
A big wonderful nothing,
And some people
Call it God.

The way in two years you will be
Completely different,
Your hair will be longer,
You'll flick it back
With a snap of your neck and I
Won't barely recognize you
But I will, because you'll still
Be you.

And I'll get older,
Maybe shave my beard, and
Green leaves will grow on trees,
Then fall again to to ride down streams,
Or fall apart, yellow, red, to deepest brown,
New soil where you are planted,
Where you will grow.

There is meaning
In the movements.
I know it.
You showed me.
So,
Thank you
For your questions.
I have an answer.
It isn't much.
I simply came here to say that
You are not alone.