Erosion goes on underground, <br />Water eating away the stone. <br />It's nature's thing and all around. <br />But when and where - not often known. <br />A hole begins to shape and grow. <br />Once solid, but now empty of <br />Support, and what's on top will know <br />When in the hole sinks what's above. <br />Most times what sinks is minor stuff, <br />Sticks and stones and maybe a tree. <br />Once in a while that's not enough <br />For fate to play with gravity. <br /> <br />I hear strange sounds. What's going on? <br />A sinkhole opens. I am gone.<br /><br />Ima Ryma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sinkhole-2/
