‘Falling From Grace’ – Draft 1 (3/1/2013)

So lifeless and small – laying down

On the ground

Something once a part of something

Grand and living –

Now just a twig.

On the ground.

Once a piece of nature’s great tower,

A tower so mighty, yet it never makes a sound.

Unless, of course, it too topples down

And lands with a thunderous pound of sound

As it falls down

On the ground.

But much more likely

The stick or branch that spends

Its days up in its tower

Will only singly fall down

On the ground

And then where does it go?

It doesn’t just lay there

Down

On the ground.

No.

The glory the earth graciously gave

Is as quickly lost as it was found,

Silently sinking, without making a sound

That branch – no, stick – no twig

Disappears

Into the ground.

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