An empty water bottle.
Bereft of life, it stands
Refined from the remnants of the past.
It has served its purpose.
Now will come the final hour.
The bottle,
Totally oblivious to its ultimate destiny.
It has no worth.
Now that it has nothing more to offer,
It will be thrown away,
Left to decay in a distant hill
While it may exist,
It is already dead.
Where is the love?