My elfin body, lies here brittle and frail
The sunlight showers over my soft skin
As though a disabled mother caresses her child
It is.. a compassionate, but undertaking movement

In a clement exhibit of gentleness
It skips through the single fragrant leaves
With a certain whimsy, bounce after bounce.

The soil begins to slather itself upon my arms
Like an angry populace, belittling a mischievous thief
The rustle of the wooden shovel continues to grow louder
My luminous morbid eyes are smothered by the Earth itself

They are shut.

The ground I once stepped foot on, has now overtaken me
This Mother Earth, the one I cherished and fed off heartily
For once I believed this life would be endless, everlasting
Yet I have succumbed to the misery of living, the final stage

Am I lost?