End of the World

When the world comes to an end
The people will lie down
Letting the fire in the sky
Consume them

 

Rainbow?

When clouds abound
But not one drop
Hits the ground
It’s surprising to see
A rainbow

 

Grow

Things grow slow
In the shadow of the tree
Even when its leaves
Have finally dropped

 

Keepsake

Bits of paper
Pressed between
Pages of a book
Once of value
Now only worth
A memory