Nature is mighty
Nature is strong
Nature is usually always right
Nature is rarely ever wrong
I see them
They swirl around me in a violent torrent
Their eyes are white
A Little Tiny Breeze
I feel my hair blowing in the wind
I feel at ease
Wishing I could forever float upon this breeze.
To never again be pinned.
Cold slowly advancing across skin
Breath no longer coming from within
Eyes glossy and now glazed
Body left to never again be raised
Everything is blurred....
Sounds are hallow...