Sonnet
Alex Gloth
How could the grass eternally be green;
Would leaves not fall and flowers wilt away?
No one can see the unexplored ravine
And yell back to cure all of naïveté.
The sun cannot forever light the sky
To stay the day before made beautiful.
Shadow will come to shroud your precious eye
And call will come to reap harvest fruitful.
Where will his carriage pull over to stop?
One knows not what lies at path’s own dark end
And awaits the horse to make its end clop
To find what last lingers beyond the bend;
Yet know as I lie here in yearning wait
The truth will soon reveal its hidden state.