Jul 5, 2017
Back against an outcropping of rock Feet dangling over the edge Surveying the green expanses below. I sit surrounded by the remains of the past. Ruins of what once was… A castle’s stones, a worn-down path The perpetual green that permeates this land. Cattle grazing on a landscape Preserved for thousands of years. Wind whipping civilizations’ past As we stubbornly persist in our existence. Stone and green’s eternal battle, The fate of which humans determine And their ancestors witness.