Once there was a new house with a lush green carpet in the backyard.
Soft blades tickled bare feet.
As the years passed, trees grew and grew.
Shadow fingers caressed the green carpet.
However that carpet longed for the sun not the shade.
Over time, many blades gave up the fight.
New seedlings sprouted, but they too, yearned for sunshine.
Bare patches appeared, lush no longer.
Shadows won this battle.
A man worked all winter to extend the landscape bed.
The withered sparse grass removed.
A mountain of rock arrived to erase the bare patches.
Shadows claim victory over the grass,.
Only time will tell who is the victor: man or shadows.