More poems by Black'nd.Blue.Rose

Humans’ Mark On Earth's Bark

Throughout the day
The pages turn gray
As the hours pass
In a rushing mass

And each on is new
Lurking with ewe
In the human bark
Lays the years mark

And as silent it is
The hells lick
Will become a sure miss
For the few that click

And the candle fades
Fast bursting in blades
Love up to yonder peak
A few go to seek

While Leaves turning yellow
Act is now mellow
Winter approaches
So much devotion

But the soul is weary
Life is just merry!
Happy and bliss
“Grow up,”kiss-kiss

To the acts of human
The race of destruction
Leaving its mark
On earth's bark.,, we fade.