Too Soon | A 100 Word Story

#359 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

The pendulum swung from side to side
It never stopped, it never died.
For it the pendulum stops it’s swing,
The whole world must begin again.

In mixed expressions from on high,
Lightning crashed down from the sky.
It split a tree and broke the earth,
Signaling the dawning of a new birth.

Until such time as dawn should rise,
No one would question or even try.
Till danger brought a tree right down,
And forced us all to blame the clown.

With faces full of yesterdays sad news,
Accepting all the verbal cues,
To say goodbye—gone too soon.