Tomorrow - May Be My Last

Windswept fields of dancing wheat
breezes with a hint of salt and sea
but I also see the shadows, which
loom upon the mountain peaks
and the avalanches, which gather beneath.

For man is but a stone, when pushed
and clamorous is this wretched heap
for blood is what he gives to live
and death is but another man's demise.

As today, I've seen the sun
and I've laid upon the grass
tonight I'll drink the stars of hope
for tomorrow - may be my last.