A resplendent stone twinkled. <br />But. <br />Man was dying. <br />In wars. <br /> <br />Turtles. <br />Still deposited their eggs into the sand. <br />But. <br />Earth was dying. <br /> <br />Bees. <br />Still found nectar in flowers. <br />But. <br />Bees were dying. <br /> <br />It was time. <br />To elect a new president. <br />In the soft <br />Colors. <br />Of <br />Dawn.<br /><br />M.L. Squier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memory-of-my-father-s-strong-hands/
