What I'm reading

"The Simple Truth" by Philip Levine

I think this might be a close favorite poem, ever.

(this is an excerpt. the whole poem is mightly long)

Everyone knows that the trees will go one day
and nothing will take their place.
Everyone has wakened, alone, in
a room of flesh light and risen
to meet the morning as we did.
How long have we waited
quietly by the side of the road
for someone to slow and ask why.
The light is going, first from between
the long rows of dark firs
and then from our eyes, and when
it is gone we will be gone.
No one will be left to say,
"He took the stick and marked off
the place where the door would be,"
or "she held the child in both hands
and sang the same few tunes
over and over."

......and it continues.