Everything Comes To An End

The birds chirp, the leaf blowers blow relief mixed with the leaves, the driveway stand empty with sorrow. Everything must come to an end, one day, the birds will stop chirping, the leaf blowers will leave, the driveway will disappear, and the Slice of Life contest will end. It just won't be the same, no more logging on every single day, the days will pass filled with emptiness, and the blogs will wither without something to share. One day this will all happen, but the days vary, like picking an apple from a tub of water. Though students will still post, it won't be the same, until someone revives the contest, to fill it and make it lush once again.

Finally the day

Everything has stopped today

The blogs will wither

Though it won't forever be

It will be lush once again