Under The Steps

Not to be forgotten,

Not to be overlooked,

As I gaze down to my feet, all others crane their sights up to the skies.

Seen, a delicate satin path whisked aside and under the steps as the breeze ripples through the fallen and decaying wave.

Left to the brutality of traffic flow, each soft, fragile and vulnerable petal browns, rips and crushes into the ground awaiting mercy when the rain cries.

Not to be forgotten,

Not to be overlooked, your life cycle I know.