A Dismal Fate

A simple ditch can hold many secrets.

Such a cavern must emit no light, for its dark abyss is silent.
The ravine of night hides the secrets of the world untold.
Above, the breeze flows freely, roaming the open air they laugh and giggle in harmony.
Almost mocking the quiet beast below, it grumbles silently at the ignorance of the ever widening sky.
During every moon and sunrise, the deep excavation smuggles the puzzle pieces of the past and present to fathom the coming times.
The nature ridden cavity never utters a lone comment about its meaning for existence.
The creatures of all the Earth assimilate to their daily lives, unafraid of what a mere crater could attempt.
As the light of the universe amuse themselves with their poultry level of luxury, the trench remains, its actions anything but idle.
It collects its secrets of the world, in hopes that one day the hollow could reveal them to the heavenly body.
Perhaps they will mature enough to comprehend its significance.
Such a mere cavern must emit no light, for a pitch black hole is anything but empty.

Author's Note

This is a romantic poem about an ordinary hole in the woods.