The Gift

A gentle wave from curling leaf watches in weakness.

Green slips from shore, a purchased release.

Tender roots wash with shuttered sounds. 

Steals foundation to a diminished, poison grip.

Inundate with modern gift's inevitable disguise. 

The last of life, extinction blazes black.

Down slips the rocky skirts beneath the liquid lip.

A mist of remembrance where stone nurture once lay.

Shriveled trunk, bloated limb, a silent fiasco

We were infinity, now the singularity

Last of our kind, the jewel of what was fading.

As humans watch with insufferable indifference