I met the world this morning
in all it's aching glory.
Ebony slowly transformed to gray,
revealing sturdy trees,
silent and resilient while the world slept.
A bird cried out for the world to awaken
as rays of light appeared as oil lamps in the darkness.
People begin to stir, nervous about tomorrow
before they've even had chance to acknowledge today.
Maybe if they gave today a chance
they could see all the things I see.
How somedays are only shards of sand
and the hour glass can only hold so much.
Tonight the oil lamps will fade
and ebony will once again drape the sky.
And the bird will quiet down
as the trees stand guard of the streets
and another particle of sand will fall
down into your memory.
Will it standout amongst it's companions?