she whispered to him, softly,
and asked to be laid down.
down on soft ground.
on soft soil.
she remained calm, studiously
watching her breath,
slowly pouring out
the life found
within the compounds
of her barren soul.
as she slithered her
fingers through the lively
green that surrounded,
she shed one singular,
embracing tear.
as the heavy droplet
trailed down her face
and touched the dense
earth, something happened.
something so pure and beautiful.
that one drop gave life
to the land around her,
it bloomed the flowers
and the animals rejoiced.
it cleared the skies and
filled the rivers.
it made the world a little warmer
than yesterday, and gave her
spirit a home, amongst
the others who had
done the same.
it was time.
her sacrifice, although in
short scene seemed unfair,
served a greater purpose.
so he let go, and let her rest.
alone and at peace.
she went.
with a smile
at the surface.
he understood what took place,
the exchange, of life.
-melancholicreator
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