Leave for the crows
To peck at,
Desecrate
The body of what once was full
And alive with the promise of a happy life.
Leave for the birds
The seeds of what we tried to grow
But you chose
To plant a secret garden.
Scatter
The wreckage of what we built
Upon the soil and hope
If we try again
In time the harvest will thrive.
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 2:16 AM UTC
Leave for the crows
To peck at,
Desecrate
The body of what once was full
And alive with the promise of a happy life.
Leave for the birds
The seeds of what we tried to grow
But you chose
To plant a secret garden.
Scatter
The wreckage of what we built
Upon the soil and hope
If we try again
In time the harvest will thrive.