Beauty In Crumbling
Beneath my feet
Erode these blue granite mountains
Pummeled by rain and wind with hail and sleet
Forming creeks and fountains
Into a crumbling of three hundred million years -
A process so slow that no human sees or hears
Or understands the flowing tears
Which mark the beauty of crumbling as bittersweet
6-10-19
Challenge: Writing Challenge,June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2019
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