Open or Close

They're on the fly

as the time goes by.

watch the tree grow,

feel the wind blow.

As they grow up

Everything falls down.

Thought they could float

but they might just drown.

Reaching for the vines,

the light shines too bright

Pulling through the thorns

The blood enhances the fight.

Cover your eyes,

the dark keeps your fright.

Just look away,

but spiders do still bite.

They wanted more

so much more

Made the tree barren.

Now the earth is sore.

Grow tree grow,

The battle's almost won

Overlooked now by the planters

Now they have none.

The day Before

Matured as the night,

the eyes lie low,

as does the sight,

The weight starts to grow.

The noise starts to fade,

shadows grow tall,

while the lights wade,

They climb up the wall.

Shadows do survive,

while light dances,

dark creatures thrive,

Their mystic trances.

Look up and look down,

keep up the plow,

don't look around,

Not much longer now