Looking out over the still lake
Looking out over the still lake Feeling the gentle breeze brush across my face I lower myself onto the green grass Sitting in a world of peacefulness Unaware of the chaos around me.
The winter leaves Fall slowly Off the trees Onto the grass. The light breeze blows A cold feeling on your face. You think it’s cold now, but Soon it will be winter. Your ears are cold, Especially your face, Snow seeping through your Fall Pumas. The snowflakes fall, One by one, Each it’s own shape, Even though they’re falling together. Spring is springing into action: Flowers are budding, Grass is growing, Clouds are moving. Rain is sprinkling the plants, Soon to be pouring, But now the sun is dancing, And there is a rainbow. It’s hot now, And school is out Off to summer camp, To have fun! The sprinklers are on, So are shorts. Sunglasses on; All soon will be gone.
Death A friendly reminder of our time on the Earth Every time I write about death I think What is it? And where do you go?
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