Ungraceful World

A star cries to be seen Clouds pray to be torn from the sky One chance to be on the ground While a broken sparrow weeps One more chance to be free from the earth A wave may gather strength But will never meet the shore Silk strands torn by an apathetic wind Leaving a lonely spider without a home A tree finally breaks through the concrete But only grows so far in its pride, then chokes to its death Once a great mansion of a great man Wastes away as it follows its master into the grave Becoming a pile of indistinct nothingness Such an ungraceful world is this