May 5th, 2009

"Be not afraid of growing slowly, be afraid only of standing still."

-Chinese Proverb

The sun slowly began to rise
Over the tops of the trees.
I could feel the foreign heat pressing against me.
As it grew bigger, and stronger, I could feel it in me
Burning away the layers of aged flesh.
But this I welcomed without fear.
This was the end, and I welcomed it.