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.