To The Future

The sun rose;
flowers blossomed.
The morning grew warm;
squirrels searched for food.
The midday sun shone;
the harvest began.
Afternoon passed slowly;
the fragrant hay began to dry.
Night approached slowly;
birds feasted in the sky.
The moon shone bright;
the landscape was renewed.
All of these rituals lead to the future.

W. Wayne B.
Jan. 2012


About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, poet and maker.
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