Title: Blink Why does the dying sun, so desolately fall Into the brutal ocean? Leaving dark to shroud us all. Why does the wispy cloud, So feeble in the darkened sky, Hide the moon from weary travelers Taking joy in their demise. How much we miss the wilting rose. Its petals on the ground. How much we take for granted, The beauty our world surrounds. When you take away the engine, how quickly it becomes, That 1,000 horsepower drops meekly down to one. Ironically we call mankind master of all he sees, But we rely on animals, of land and sky and sea. Take away these creatures, And then you shall certainly see, That we are really nothing, But a blink in eternity. You like? Can poets be crazy? I want to see your poems, too!