B-U-T

Falling down with the trees
with a deafening sound
and everyone seems shocked, as they hit so loud.
There's mediocrity springing up from the groind
while the ones we all notice, the beauties in the sky,
come crashing down and catch the eye,
but not the rise.
We don't need more, just to use what we have
but often we forget we have anything at all.
There's no rest for the wicked
and even less for the happy;
As they time clock keeps ticking
it's an eternal rest we're all really seeking.