Transformations

From seed
to sapling,
to tree,
to bloom,
to fruit.

From plateau
to grand canyon.

From one unbroken landmass
to scattered, glittering shards.

Time keeps its cadence,
yet we cradle yesterday
as though tomorrow were a myth
and, in a way it is,
for by the time you truly see it,
it has already slipped
into memory’s wake.

From apex to idle heir,
we crown ourselves with dust
the food-chain’s lonely summit
where sentience breeds inertia;
hours gnaw the bone of us
long before the earth does.

^{_{Composition: Kamefrede}}