My Ending Moment

February 12, 2012
By TheWhiteRaven BRONZE, Louisville, Kentucky
TheWhiteRaven BRONZE, Louisville, Kentucky
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I lay in nature,
Under the trees.
I let the lonely breeze still my thoughts.
In a bed of bright and colorful leaves,
Which trees have lost.

Then I hear their crisp crackles call to me,
Every time I move.

The sky is dark, though it is day.
I see the branches and twigs reach out,
Wanting to escape,
Because the harsh winter is imminent.

It’s coming.
There’s no stopping it.
As my moment is leaving,
Winter is coming,
Stress is coming,
Hardship is coming,
Life is coming.
How could time fly by so fast?

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