We are the sun in the sky; We are the grass in the shade

Time compresses upon itself

As the earth begins to implode.

Seconds tick with troubled beats

As you lose the places you have ever known.

Death is always present.

Life is ever near.

It’s the things you do in the between

That show that you were here.

A piece of melting plastic

Breaking down before its time.

Life is always unraveling;

With each step we do unwind.

We shall leave this place

Or it of us behind.

Does it matter what we leave?

Nothing can last for all time.

We are nothing more than blades of grass

Dead before the winter frost.

We are nothing less than bright burning suns

Whose death has such a cost.

Reviews

[-musicfunk-]

yeah this is the cruel reality
and we can't avoid it
=]

[Suditi]

Wow!
The last stanza is amazing!
I also like the second stanza a lot.
Your style of writing is really nice,

[Coyote Poetry]

"We are nothing more than blades of grass"
I like your thoughts and your logic in this poem. Life is a circle. Come from Earth. Will become part of her one day. A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Brianna Brie]

That last paragraph is exceptionally strong. Wonderful poem to ponder the meaning of life.