grey sky

a collection of thoughts

Submitted by little woman on Thu, 11/08/2012 - 03:07

This World

come flood or fire,
earthquake, avalanche or tornado,
civilization moves on
some may pause
in silent respect
but our mantra remains:
‘go over, under, around,
go through.
all must move, or be moved.
our plans, wishes, ideas
must
go though.’
busy, busy
work and play
busy, busy
find this day
busy, busy
this world moves on.

grey sky

grey sky
gold fields
stark, lonely outlines
of trees huddled for warmth