Essay little things

As a rock crumbles into dust as the weather seeps into its core. As gardens wither when the sun blazes its fire for far too long. As the winter freeze the rivers when summer seems to pass late. As immovable trees once high and mighty drys it bark when the land gives too little for it to grow.

As the flicker of laughter on a clown's eye dims into sorrow when life manifests its self rough. As a blink wouldn't hold the tears from falling in your eyes. As a smile would cease to exist when a melancholic thoughts comes by. As a soul would be shattered when it's purpose ceases to exist.

When will it happen? a day till forever or a millennia of a blink. Would you notice it? or like the wind that brushes your face that it doesn't matter because its always there as long as you remember. Would you care? or when everything is gone, when everything is dark would you miss the once light that shone on your very soul.

As normal as it seems , as regular as it maybe. There are many things that you will left behind as you travel in the road of time. Have you given it its due affection? Does it recognize your true emotion? Would you smile or ask what if's when the memories of it comes by? Its not too late for the manifestation of regret is visible you only have to open your eyes for the little things that you've been passing as you walk by.

You just need to pay attention...

 

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This is definitely not an essay but more of a prose poetry. For one thing, this written output is composed mostly of sentence fragments, something that you will unlikely see in essays. The use of heightened imagery and its obvious appeal to the senses and emotion gives it a poetic quality when taken as a whole; thus, my contention that this is in the vein of prose poetry.

Robert Brault, an American writer, captures the essence of what 'Little Things' is all about when he said, 'Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.'

Barring the occasional grammar lapses I see, I like it.

Keep Writing!