Something More Within 12 z 18 Uart 400 Grit 8 Ply Board

When tree was young and grass but seed
It stood of Sturdy stock
Now, it shows its wear
A reflection of my aged skin
Few cast an eye upon it
Or even walk this way like passersby I see each day
No time to think about that something more within
Overtaken by leaf and vine
A shadow for a coat
Ever growing grass, hidden behind
Gasping and choked
Despite rusted roof
And walls that have grown thin
There is still a spark, for those who care to seek
That something more within