Shaky ground

The ground sprawled before his tiny eyes,
Echoing with the sounds of his childish cries,
The ground had space, the child had time,
Together, they swayed in this timeless rhyme.

The man walks the dim-lit hallway,
Thoughtful eyes, mind in play
The closed walls echoing his silence,
Time was scarce, his ground - tense.

The flurry of cool breeze in his hair,
The expressions of unthought care,
The playful stings of the ground,
In pain, joy was easily found.

The man sips the bland coffee,
Poisoned by the futile work spree,
His face reflects his somber tale,
Helplessly bound in his own jail.

Time passes by like epic prose,
The ground shrinks, the child grows,
The theory of evolution wins,
An age ends, another begins.

The new ground came up fast,
A stark shadow of its past,
The space was small, emotions nil,
And His happy world became stony still.