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One Last look
 
The sun-kissed land that once brought life, now turns a darker hue
As death now creeps amongst the trees, the trails I walked with you
The leaves trying to show their worth, are changing red and gold
They soon become the first to die, as death targets the bold

Huge limbs fall from the cottonwoods, they startle as they crash
I find them first while gathering fuel, I burn them down to ash
The squirrels and rabbits gathering food, are spotted by the owl
Stand out, you die, this time of year; no use in crying foul

At night the star-lit skies bring frost, its sparkle hides intent
To freeze the water craved by life; it can't be Heaven-sent
Some animals can't make it home; their bodies left to rot
Even that will have to wait, as Death, those bugs, has got

The bigger creatures all must hide, as hunters prowl in Fall
To kill the creature, take it's head; some knick-knack for his wall
The mighty bear seems unaware, as it gorges for it's sleep
A puny human with a gun, it's hide intends to keep

I find it hard to reconcile how all this beauty precedes Death
Its as though its been all planned out, to ease our dying breath
I'm last year's news, now I must snooze, it is young bells that must ring
So I'll not cry, when here I die, come find me in the Spring


By Johnsonraven

© 2017 Johnsonraven (All rights reserved)

 

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