Passage of Time

Grass remains lush,
and green
if properly watered
and fed
Without, fades turns
brown.

Petals dropp from
a flower,
slips softly to the
ground.

A breeze catches
a leaf
whirling around
casting it
away.

Tree limbs dry up
breaks off
and falls away.

He stopped to weep
teared in
harmony, with the
passage of time.

copyrght by heather burns

poem by Heather Burns
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