Exceptional A sonnet Natural Light : Time by estory

Clay cut and lifted from the banks of earth, Baked to hard bricks laid down in foundations Layer by layer, as we build up our worth By subduing landscapes in our presumptions With a sense of permanence, mastery Ordained upon us, visions of a space In which nature is a garden, beauty Treasured, so long as it's walled into its place. Yet the long, slow waves of time break them down, Tower by tower, wall by stubborn wall; Buttresses, gables, roofs brought to the ground, Cracked, crumbled, worn, broken in their fall. All of our bodies pressed back into oil, The clay baked bricks returning to the soil. Author Notes Be humble. That is this little piece on man's arrogance, his hubris. We love to build garden walls, stepping stones of paths, monuments to our memories, our feelings, our achievements. But none of those achievements outlast nature, or time. In the end, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and all that really matters is the spirit, and that is celebrated in the flowers, the trees, the ground itself. estory

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