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
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