Seeing into the nature of things

Late day sun washes into the woods, that same sun that washed through primeval forests, warmed dinosaur backs, cradled civilizations from glorious dawns to the last fading whimpers, this same sun falls into the woods by my house, the trees witness to this quiet and ancient dance of which I am a part. Time will push me into the soil too, me and the trees will yield with more rising behind us, pulled forth by the sun. It is the nature of things.