You

You have taken the light that shone upon the stone

Instead of a flower blooming, grows moss, cold and desperately

We will not die out

We will adapt and we will lay low, but we will never cease

The sun is half raised pressing against your power, you see it and resent it, but you cannot stop it

You have made us believe that you have taken the light, but you are a sad excuse for a shade

The corners of your covering are eaten by the moss you forced us to be

If not moss, then vines

If not vines, then weeds

If not weeds, then disease

We will not be conquered

We will never cease

The sun peaks through your shredded remains and the moss withers flat

Who were you that you covered us though we hated you so

Who were you that you did not clarify

Come back we whisper as we crumble

But our best has faded as your worst is made light

The sun laughs

Who were you.