and so we are but this... <br />the match struck ablaze, <br />for a moment and gone... <br />the flower that blooms for a day. <br />the rain dropp dissolving into the earth, <br />the small stone washed away, <br />when the river surges. <br />the memory of dawn <br />forgotten in the night... <br />the lonesome farewell of the snail <br />crossing just before light... <br />leaving only a small wet trail <br />as evidence of passing! , , , <br />and the shout of joy, <br />that sounds like silence!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snail-crossing-part-fourteen/
