Cast away into the field,
I lay here decaying,
My life expectancy long past,
Yielding my flesh to Natures grasp.
Stripped away of my newness,
That my old owner so adored,
I knew my usefulness wouldn’t last,
And now, as predicted,
I lay here dying under duress from the wind and sun.
Here my grave shall be,
Perhaps I’ll be lucky and house a moll or three,
Before I see my last day on Earth,
Returning, as dust to replenish,
Mother Earth and her cherished children.