Three Stages

As I sit under this bridge
of metal and of wood
I think of all the things it's seen
And all the things it would

I see the sky through a gap
So bright against the worn brown
Feet walk across, thud and snap
The noises echo in a round

Water passes under this wondrous work of iron
The water comes and then is gone

A man stands above me
I look at him through a gap in the planks
He stands there searching for answers
Then types something on his cell phone

The heartbeat of Nature skips
As this modern day novelty destroys.
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The worn wood lays still as people walk across it. It's friends nearby moan and groan as the weight of the humans is put on their backs. The humans pass and the planks relax, their knotted smashed selves nailed to the iron prison of a bridge. At the end of the day, each plank dreams of his home. Many were from forests thousands of miles from their present location. Many are from the same mountains as this bridge was made in. There are birch, oak, aspen and ash, all crammed integrated to make these humans lives easier. They each loved the sound of the water's gurgling laughter as it freely floated beneath them. Each plank remembers his won journey. Being sawed in half and chopped up into pieces to make the plank of wood they became. The rest of their tree entity went on somewhere else, never to have a reunion with its counterparts again.
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Tiny pebble in my shoe-
What am I to do with you?
Take you back to your home?
Or leave you here, all alone?
Where are you from? What's your name?
Are you tired of playing this game?
My little friend, how I envy you
To go where you want, to do what you do.
To see the world one crick at a time.
To never worry about a time line.
To show your beauty so people can see.
To live your life as if you were me.