We watch the mountain as it fades from view,
And vanishes behind a veil of grey,
The sky assumes a dark, opressive hue,
As, prematurely, night obscures the day.
All movement 'neath the ground, songs of the trees,
All living things that scurry, scratch and crawl,
Are silent as a pause in eulogy,
Awaiting, timidly, the hammer's fall.
