Some people are afraid of death
Some people say death is scary
But in the trees death is beautiful
Colorful leaves signaling the end of the warm summer
But then the air turns cold
Wisps of frozen air blow through the leaves
Knocking them to the ground
Making you realize the harsh reality of death
That when something dies it is gone
A memory of what it once was hangs in the empty limbs of the trees
Like a memory
Slipping from your fingertips
But it still lingers in your mind
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
Some people are afraid of death
Some people say death is scary
But in the trees death is beautiful
Colorful leaves signaling the end of the warm summer
But then the air turns cold
Wisps of frozen air blow through the leaves
Knocking them to the ground
Making you realize the harsh reality of death
That when something dies it is gone
A memory of what it once was hangs in the empty limbs of the trees
Like a memory
Slipping from your fingertips
But it still lingers in your mind
