And Yet... (Day 141)

Washington, DC (Image courtesy NASA GSFC, MITI, ERSDAC, JAROS, and U.S./Japan ASTER Science Team)

And yet, the world 

is lush with summer promises, 

is emerald grass and flowering trees, 

and rustlings amidst the leaves. 

And yet, the sky 

is vast, a polished tourmaline,

with gentle puffs of unshed rain, 

and cottontails nibbling new growth.

And yet, the morning,

filled with song, is fresh and new, 

is sunrise gold that winds along

to fireflies and starry nights. 

And yet, the days still pass, 

and languid rivers melt their shores, 

and jagged peaks grow soft and old, 

nothing lasts forever—

And yet, the world.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six