Ticking eternal,

Slices forever passing,

In our own design.

The springtime rising,

Sun climbing higher each day;

Summer threatening.

The swing of the club,

Driving small into the sun,

Satisfying sounds.

Morning sunlight pale,

Never truly in darkness,

Basking in the moon.

Foam tiles sit above,

Latticed with aluminum.

Wouldn’t know it’s spring.

Orcish war and strife,

Tragic backstory for all,

On to chapter two.

Save the bees and trees,

Save the whales and save those snails.

Carlin had it right.

Fried shrimp with some guac,

Culinary adventure,

Closer to the source.

Simmering in pots,

New ingredients and smells,

Health and joy in food.

The creatures of earth,

Walk in shadows of the men,

They’ll outlive us all.