Entropy's Embrace

like the stagnation of air after the storm
things must end, and end they do; things die to be reborn
   and all is born of death
like the ripples in the water, all things find their middle ground,
   for entropy is sound:
the only absolute, the algorithm of decay;
the only truth that can be trusted never to betray,
some things burn like morning shadows, some things dissipate like mist
   and we cannot resist -
only understand our place,
welcome entropy's embrace.