Monday, 20 June 2011

Time Up

I stood and watched the blue skies turn to grey
Clouds gathered above my head
The birds had stopped singing and returned to their nests
I stood deserted and alone
Flowers withered and fell to the ground
The once rushing stream almost seemed still
A field once green and lush lay dry and brown
The wind was no longer soft and comforting but cold
There was a deafening silence
And then saw it
Death had come for me; it was my time

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