Rivulets of light
pouring through onto the
green expanse of the world
shadows of clouds wading in the blue
of the sky
swallows diving and twirling and tumbling graceful
like ribbon-creatures
what if it was suddenly gone?
would you notice?

Things never last
haven't you noticed
so hard to bear
so hard to hold this

things die
vitality withers
slipping away
with a few last shivers

Is it possible to do horrible things and still be good?