Life is a stone

Life is a stone

Dragged around until gone

So juvenile we climb

Thinking we are in control

Like I get to have any say

Like the sky is blue

Plucked to soon at black hours

Gripping smoke

Strains only your bones

Nothing is concrete

Except what remains in stone

How fragile the leaf blows

Wondrous magnificence a life is known

Living those of Grey

The Beauty of May