En masse: Infinite Reaches

My words
Just keep falling,
Like autumn leaves
Upon the page

And after a while,
Even I
Forget what they mean
Or what I thought they meant,

As autumn follows summer,
Winter follows autumn,
Spring follows winter,
Year after year,

So words
Follow words,
Endlessly,
Day after day,

But does anyone remember
The first bird
That began to sing
Last spring?

Or
The first word
Ever spoken
Or written?

Does anybody know
When that was?
And if they do,
What of it?

Was there
Ever even
A beginning?
And does that matter?