envy of the brightest green
grows securely on this rock
cragged and pitted from soul marks.
the emotionless tides rise,
reviving the joy-burned weeds,
eroding ever more fragments
to be carried off and left
at distant shores or trenches deep,
unseen, ignored, overlooked,
and wholly unappreciated.
under the daily barrage of waves
and the slow creep of bitter roots,
the rock disintegrates into naught,
its remains scattered throughout,
one day to be renewed,
in aeons, in another form,
under the same brightly shining sun.