A short abstract poem that I wrote.
Why is it that leaves fall,
From trees that stand so high?
Ones that seem so strong,
and have lived for so long?
Why does stone break,
worn by the water?
Such a gentle force,
Against a solid thing.
Why do mice sink boats,
and parasites kill giants?
And how can something as big as an apple,
be moved by a group of ants?
But is this small things being big,
or big things being small?
A tall person sitting down,
to make room for someone small.
But time is of the essence,
and the clocks move to fast.
But finally, this lonliness…
For how long will it last?
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