Weathered
Rooted by weight, sat in a field. Still, only alive with falls from above. Something boring, chipped with time, mossy without rhyme. Clouds in waves greet this field uncovered by reaching tree.
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Blades on the ground waves greeting, glee shines in highlighted white upon bright green. Light of day endlessly dance its waves into shadowed night. Everything stills with the odd night owl’s calls. Moon stares downward looking at the fruits of the day.
Silent disappointment at the whole of this place. Though despite this, lets live. It knows we’re small, limited to constraints held down by weight. Weathering slowly away, day by day. Never to see the beauty of moonlit space.
Every day passes but night will always exist, quiet and unknown. For it will wait. Wait for the day we leave this place of the day by day, not to be afraid to plunge into its space. Into the stars, where from the giants came. One’s celebrated throughout time here. Weathered stories ready for testing, see what’s out there, lose the weight. Time moves differently here, floating away from a weathered asteroid out in outer space.
