Chanced upon this poem as I was reflecting on "what can I do at this moment" in response to Raghu-Nisha-Aum's call for action. Offering as a gratitude to all of you esp. to A U M :-) Place By W.S. Merwin On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree what for not for the fruit the tree that bears the fruit is not the one that was planted I want the tree that stands in the earth for the first time with the sun already going down and the water touching its roots in the earth full of the dead and the clouds passing one by one over its leaves