Coulter Cubicle Blues #LunchBreakPoetry

by S.A. Prince 

 

The sticky dew on the blades of the grass,

it condensates then evaporates,

does anybody even know it’s there?

 

The Redwood in the forest,

it crackles and falls,

is anybody even aware?

 

The boisterous laugh,

it begins to fade,

will anybody even care?

 

Not until the smile has gone,

and the flowers are many,

that anybody will even dare.

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