A pretty thing
A lifetime of utility
Goes to ground
Embraced by nature
Becomes prettier
Still
A lifetime of utility
Goes to ground
Embraced by nature
Becomes prettier
Still
Like the sun, shrouded
Seeking the balcony
Like the little Buddha
An outline in the shadows
Ya just gotta stop
Take stock
And realise
You’ve hit a wall
When the light lies low
Yet vibrant
When the dew clings
And the earth seems still
Layers of mystery
Peeled away
By time
Politics
And Money