In the hands of our young
nature crumbles
As sunflowers dry up
from the hot sun
Our earth is withering away
leaving only memories
for the young to cherish
with each passing day
Yet youth captures what is left
sees only beauty in what was
Knowing that with nourishment
life will bounce up once more
As the flowers sway in the wind
with the sun scorching our skin
Bright eyes of tomorrow
will lead the way...
Author notes
Picture prompt, credit-Photobucket
Favorite pie-Apple pie
A contest entry
- Field of Dying Dreams by Starz of Heaven.
625 points, ended November 19, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I like this one a lot children indeed will lead tomorrow. I need you to go back and please read the rules. Thank you for your great entry be well.
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I went back and read the rules and did what I was suppose to! All done
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