Not Fade Away

These days now have brought Our caves and dwellings to mass. All I see .. Burrows to the sand …Nests in the trees …. Slumbers in the land Natures unknown, for dreams surpass. Perhaps one night the willful waves should tire and settle into stillness… While maybe this season. leafs cling to oak parents with a sleepy soulful stubbornness . And lets say the rain refuses to jump bringing clouds reciprocate to a less thunder! Leading into a day the grass stops growing giving us a lack of measurement to life's wonder. Then one fall ,hearing no more of the rustles, Or of the arms dueling and the sways, for lastly ...The cease.... it has become in forgetting , never to sleep more than a dreams need And never ever let it fade away.