Temporary Glass Poem by michael john jackson

Now that things
Have come so vague,
My eye see's things anew,
Washed afresh, before
The morning grass
Could mourn the dew,
Then trampled down
By careless feet
Of time the marching plague.

And all the things
That come to pass,
The love, the hate, the war,
Married in the
Silent minds of
Those who came before,
All tethered in
A shallow plane
Of temporary glass.

Nothing comes to nothing.
We all await the fall,
Like autumn leaves
That once were green,
Await the earth to call,
They bristled in
The dawn of spring,
Then Summer set a flaw,
Autumn browned,
And winter downed,
For once, and evermore.