From Mind To Quill

Afraid To Let It Die

The brazen strands rose and fell with the wind

And the green blades rose and fell with each step

Now the sun bathed the meadow with fierce yellow rays

But never could it shine with that radiance divine

Soon the trees drew back humbled before a beauty

The plains gently tumbled toward the horizon

You reached the end of the journey to cheer

As the gentle sea engulfed the luscious leafed pasture

It welcomed with loving arms opened wide

Slowly secretly destroyed inside

Afraid to call out unto the deep blue sea

As the hazel drowns itself beneath the shadow

Falling apart not knowing what to do

The plains lay silent in fear of what may cease