The Bell tolled and death did
Look upon the masses below
"Deeming all unworthy"
He did reach in
Ashes,
Dust,
Relics,
Of a age before, like seeds he sewed
Those below, The bell chimed
And the Clapper greeted the sides
Of the bell, and below coughs
Brought forth, the
Seeds,
Sowed,
Maturing,
Now in to growth, as death perches
Up above, With each stroke
Time
Is now counting down,
Coughs,
Blood,
Temperature,
Chimes were heard though no longer
there, And the seeds flowered
With the final ringing of the
Bell,
So death had claimed many in one go,
And in a final exhale
Each did spew forth
Ash
Pestilence
Death
Had his opening, with each breath
Which was their last
Did they spread the seeds
That like dominos
Claiming more for the  
River sticks,
And with each one seeded
Chimes were heard as they counted down.

Two drips hang from opposite taps
Debating if they should just
"Hang around"
Or if they should take
"The fall"
The moments past, silence
Between both, then one spoke,
"Don't you wish to be more"
"More than what"
He replied,
"More than what we are"
"We are what we are, drips"
Nothing
More
Nothing
Less
"But if we were to let go, a leap of faith"
"Faith in what"
"We will be more Than before"
Silence one again fell,
Neither wanted to fall first
For what if  they released upon white
Dripped,
Landed,
Splashed,
Upon the basin, then nothing,
Just evaporating, Less than they were before,
"I may be a drip"
"But hanging here looking at four walls"
"There is more to life"
"Than just hanging around,
"I want more"
And with that he edged closer now
Falling
Free,
Released,
From that burden called the tap,
He slid down
Porcelain white,
Then down the drain out of sight,
Echoes heard from down below
"Come on join us all"
"Just let go"
But he was scared, he feared letting go
"I cant, I won't, I'm scared"
And as the echo's faded,
He stayed still
"I'm afraid of heights"
"I'm all alone"
Then moments past, and another
Drip did grow from the opposite tap.
"So old timer what do we do for fun"
Debating if they should just
"Hang around"
Or if there was more to life  
"Why not fall, see what is beyond
"The plug hole"
The moments past, silence
Between both, then one spoke
"Don't you wish to be more"
**And so silence did fall again once more..

I walked entwined in nature
as if a was sewing around trees
My fingers they thread as I
Hold
Grasp
Touch
The cold bark upon each tree,
Aged, majestic they reach tall
As if trying to reach that which is
"Unattainable"
But still every  moment reaching up,
I see there yield of green now
Fallen from branches up high,
Colours like a carpet, natures painted scenery  
I clasp my fingers gently
Brown,
Red,
Yellow,
Different shapes are seen
Natures way of being part of
"Individuality"
A leaf like
A snow flake,
May look the same, but its the
Smaller changes you don't see,
Wild flowers grow
Weeds some are called but I see there
Beauty, petals grace the air
As autumn winds blow through,
I leave nature behind
Leaves and flowers I take with me
Leafs for a daughters scrap book.
Flowers for my wife to see,
A memory of my walk, with nature trees & me..