Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Nature's Course

Like sand
you slip away through my fingertips
that faint glimmer of hope
is now just one grain, lost among trillions

Like raindrops
you fall from my fragile graces
that small seed of love
sprouting, is now washing away, drowning in my tears

Like plucked flowers
we seem to be fading away
that once fragrant bloom
is now stale and brittle, crumpling in our hands

Like a Tree
we have fallen
once strong and alive
we have become rotten with disease

Like brewing storms
We have reached full impact
our delicate remnants of a home
are now devastated and destroyed

I suppose all that is left for us
is to let Nature,
Take its Course!

-WRC