The Gift

A gentle wave from curling leaf watches in weakness. Green slips from shore, a purchased release. Tender roots wash with shuttered sounds. Steals foundation to a diminished, poison grip. Inundate with modern gift's inevitable disguise. The last of life, extinction blazes black. Down slips the rocky skirts beneath the liquid lip. A mist of remembrance where stone nuture once lay. Shriveled trunk, bloated limb, a silent fiasco We were infinity, now the singularity Last of our kind, the jewel of what was fading. As humans watch with insufferable