The elite in their towers touch sky, <br />Yielding power and strength to buy, <br />Will succumb to death... Mr Sly. <br /> <br />The sun, fiery furnace so bold, <br />To decay will one day be sold, <br />Burnt embers turned so cold. <br /> <br />The flowers that bloom and sway, <br />Shall wilt and wither one sad day, <br />Even as in their beds they lay. <br /> <br />The mountains climbing so majestically, <br />Will crumble to dust, certain eventuality, <br />Their peaks erased so magically. <br /> <br />The vast oceans from shore to shore, <br />Shall envelop land masses for sure, <br />But even they may be stories of lore. <br /> <br />Would that we truly grasped the truth, <br />Life is a cycle an unstoppable brute, A process so strong, <br />we can't dilute! <br /> <br /> <br />02/06/2014<br /><br />Perveiz Ali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-cycle-18/
