What stories are written across the
rocks scattered along this creek bed?
Notches and swirls in patterns I try to read,
ancient life once roaming this land
as we are now.
How many moments did they have to
prepare before the end?
Did they try to stop it?
Just watch it all crumble?
Can I find the answers here
displayed in stone?
Reminders of what’s at stake
cast into fossils,
reminders nothing lasts forever,
reminders we can fall.
Would anyone care if I did?