Green canopy hides dark sky
Middle age, a tree with brilliant leaves
Shape shifting in the shadows

Different decade, different songs
Man’s stupidity displayed
Downturned eyes, the click of a cane on the pavement

Now begins the conquest of darkness
Cracks in asphalt green with moss
A box of ashes in the closet

The remnants of matter
Stuck to the wet, concrete floor
Beyond the fence with a broken lock

Why bother watching nightly news?
Electric eels surpass us in voltage
Passing shades of demise —

Strange dreams of life, so many twists
Regretted hours
I put up a good fight

What will world be like when meek inherit?
Hold tight that invisible spark
High above a pool of childhood glee

It’s a beautiful place.