The Birds Will Soar


A poem I wrote a while ago; before the anti-convulsants dampened my's based on the landscape near to my home in England. 


The birds will soar
Long after you and I
Have left this life,
Long after the Cuckmere sea
Has reclaimed this land
We stand upon,
Leaving vast wetlands,
In its wake.
The sun will rise and fall,
And you and I, will be nothing
Nothing at all:
The most significant,
Reduced, to a whisper, in History.