Dark Lands Poem by Rebecca Navarre

As grass turns from green to brown, and a
translucent moon shines down. A silent note
turns to a sound. But, nobody is around.
Ocean waves crash in an then roll out. As
the earth turns all about. The evening skies
turn a lovely hue. The corinthians are blossoming
so fresh and blue. Days of innocents and youth are
few as time passes all around you. There's an excited
look in a child's eyes, at the first snowfall outside.
Filled with wonder and a new, the child turns to share
his view. As he reaches out to you. To busy, to much
to do? To quickly you say, this child grew. As dolls,
and toys drop from the child's hand. Slowly he places
them forever on their stand. Washed away are the castles
in the sand. And forgotten is the seed that born from,
the land.