Thursday, October 25, 2012

When we are gone

On the days past remembering
Clocks have lost the time
Calendars track years gone past
Dates grow upon the vines
A minute has become minute

The plants have taken it all back

Asphalt turned to soil
Steel turned to trellises
Glass a porthole to sun
Smoke the air they breathe

Unbroken they stand
With only night and day
And the ever growing green
To stand testimony to time

In silence they live
In winter they sleep
In harmony they create
In light they give and take
In equal measure

The superior species has won

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