Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

A long time ago
The young boy lay on his back
In cool, green grass
Reaching out to touch
Snow-capped mountains
So near, so far
Dreaming, smiling
Imagining his life
Fifty years hence

Now, weighed down by time
And the gravity of life
Standing where pavement
Entombs the long dead grass
He points through the toxic haze
With scarred, palsied hand
At the bare, brown mountain peaks
Inwardly weeping for his life
Fifty years past