One thing right and another breaks
A piece in place
Another lost
With every pull
Another thread breaks
The grass at bay once again
All is lost at the edge before bloom
The sun keeps shining
The rain keeps falling
But green-brown is inevitable
No paradise to end
The forever stretching trail
When the fingers at last heal
The rope bares a heavier bucket
When one piece is left
It will be forever missing
Everywhere
Clear as day
Always out of sight