Life
A patch of dried grass at the side of the road
Rusty guardrails crumbling erosion
A patch of berries a diet for deer
Thankful dinner for their born for a year
Leaves now yellow some orange, many dead
Dried veins crumble prepare soil for life
A pothole or two missed by the power
Shall fill with ice and erode what’s blue
Into the future all again will be new
Berries will fall and rot be gone
Stripped to the bone nothing further to give
A repetitive calendar turns pages as we live
All shall go than arrive once again
Death and birth explains this Earth
A Priceless death is what we’re worth
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