Earth cares for her own ruins, naught for ours. Nothing is certain, only the certain spring. http://allpoetry.com/poem/8528567-The_Burning_Of_The_Leaves-by-Robert_La...
It is with the heaviest of hearts that I deliver the sad news that our Certain Spring is gone.
She was a friend and I will miss her terribly.
Peace to you dear girl.