Last night

in the fields

I lay down in the darkness

to think about death.

My back became damp with dew

as I melted into the wet grass.

My tears slid down my face

fusing with the dew.

The trees swayed

dancing to the rhythm of the wind.

A newly blossomed flower tickled my ear,

whispering its sweet mantras.

The sky began to drizzle,

and the chorus of the trees against the wind

lulled me to sleep.

This morning

in the fields

I lay down under the bright pink sky

to think about life.