Still life

Still life. I mean, dead life.

The grass doesn’t move and

the wind can’t bend the branches

on the trees. The leaves never fall,

the green never fades, but no

birds grace the forest, no bugs

crawl through the dirt. Stagnant.

Nothing dies, so nothing lives

The flowers never bloomed, yet

there they are, still and silent

waiting for the sunset so they

can greet the sunrise, but

neither will come. The sun

is in the sky, never rose, never

sets, just stays. All is ready,

everything is prepared, and so

it shall remain, waiting for

the birds to sing, the bugs to

crawl, life waiting to live.

I'm praying for you!

:)