The Withering

Waves bash the coast wearing down boulders into sand Life seems to be fading from this once fruitful land The clouds no longer sail against a great blue sky The sun no longer shines Trees that once stood tall grow weak Not wanting to sprout high Birds that live in them no longer want to fly Their young don’t even want to spread their wings and try All I can do is watch and ask myself ….. why ? Now the waves have stopped The ocean has run dry I guess all things that were once strong must grow old and die