Lilly

An old man's lament.

Flowers fell
At her command
She was supreme over nature,
When wind blew threw her hair.
Springs washed her body
and the leaves brushed her teeth.
Mountains were her throne
And forest walls, her home.
The ocean waves were still,
And waited for her to play.
Clouds parted for her,
Oh she turned night to day.
But now, my dearest friend,
I'm old, and my bones ache,
I'm growing ill. But I remember when,
Yes i remember,
When the Earth stood still.
Now the oceans cry,
And wash away pictures in the sand.
The forest walls are gone,
And mountains aren't her throne.
The leaves fall without hope of seeing
Her smile,
And the springs run dry.
And to this cursed day
Nothing stands up to time, not even
My dearest Lil.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I sad poem with a true ending. Lil had lost a lot of the beauty of the great forest.
"The forest walls are gone,
And mountains aren't her throne.
The leaves fall without hope of seeing
Her smile,"
You made your point in the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Daisy]

wow.... such deep words....
This is a great piece... I feel like "it was once i admired the scene, now it's gone"
Too much change... had befall
Wonderful