Just out of reach over the edge of the precipice dangling with a teasing hum The question challenges Is it worth it? Once golden - once a diamond on a finger The veil of hopes and hidden pleasures Gone. Time eats at the bark of the tree Microorganisms deliberately dissolve The roots and the foundation Steady growth rescinds to a dichotomous outward reach In isolation The promise of eternity – a questionable ally Unfortunate sleeper of time and hope Famished for nitrogen Our roots languish - phytophthora Wilting, we wonder Is it worth it? Autumnal Equinox Winter is coming.