bowl of oranges
03-21-2007, 11:10 PM
I am a single pine.
With life and breath and growth.
Within the folds of lush forest,
oft graced with rain and snow.
But worse chills and leaves me cold.
One day i shall fall.
To the glint of heavy metal.
And when i fall not all shall hear,
but i shall be missed.
Yes, the world will know i'm gone.
I can hope another will
rise into the light, that spills to the floor,
to take my place.
To keep this planet breathing.
So whilst i try and catch my breath
i'll remember, there's always hope.
Hope that makes us rise when others fall.
Hope that makes us reach for the light
that is spilt, like paint upon the floor.
Let's all rise once more.
22 march 07.
With life and breath and growth.
Within the folds of lush forest,
oft graced with rain and snow.
But worse chills and leaves me cold.
One day i shall fall.
To the glint of heavy metal.
And when i fall not all shall hear,
but i shall be missed.
Yes, the world will know i'm gone.
I can hope another will
rise into the light, that spills to the floor,
to take my place.
To keep this planet breathing.
So whilst i try and catch my breath
i'll remember, there's always hope.
Hope that makes us rise when others fall.
Hope that makes us reach for the light
that is spilt, like paint upon the floor.
Let's all rise once more.
22 march 07.