The End of the Earth
Though the earth is round I’ve seen the end of it
It’s at the tip of the sword the barrel of a gun the bed of a lover the pen of a politician It dwells within if not taken out It grows in darkness if not shined upon.
Though the earth is large it’s constructed of tiny members
The forests are trees oceans are drops mountains are molecules nations are people Change starts small but always to large ends Time seems endless but seconds pass quickly.
Though the earth is beautiful shadows abide throughout They show up on a wedding day the birth of a child the holiday the feast They aim to darken still the sun triumphs They blind our eyes but only until dawn.
Image credit: https://www.nasa.gov/image-feature/beams-of-light-on-a-golden-lake (NASA)