645. Poem by Jaden Knight

They say that at the dawn of time
the creator planted countless seeds
in the endless fields of humanity
that would sprout like wheat into people
filling the space with many green plants
all growing at their own pace
To tend to the crop he employed the reaper
to watch over each planted soul
until the fields are completely empty
and nothing else can grow
The reaper patrols the rows every hour
looking for those ready to harvest
cutting down each plant as it dies
with the flick of his bone handled scythe
Some are taken away as mere seedlings
while others are removed as they start to wither
no matter what age they are they are treated the same
each with the care they deserve
At the end of days the field will be empty
and the reaper will be given a new task
but for now that could be a long way away
as there are plenty of seeds still left to grow