Mutability

It
is life.
We can’t fight
the truth that we
were born to those rules
that return us to soil
from whence we have been lifted 
time after time, metamorphosed
from light to shadow, from breath to wind,
to rise and fall in some eternal plan 
we have no chart for except for what we see
in ripening grain and bread upon the table,
oceans raised into the air to fall as springtime rain.
Why can’t we see
we can’t control
our universe
but instead fall
like autumn leaves
down to the earth?

The above  poem was written to this prompt: Write a poem in “Tree of Life” poetic form about changes, impermanence, and strength.
‘Tree of Life’ poetic form:

• An uplifting poem in 19 lines;
• Syllabic: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-4-4-4-4-4-4;
• Unrhymed;
• Alignment: Centered