Death is beautiful
Or so I’ve been told
The mix of beautiful colors and feelings
As the weather around you manifests into
something more
Something greater, something colder
Do I love someone better during this time
Or do I hate someone more
I’m walking down this gravel path to my favorite
bridge
The trees that are intertwined with each other
Seem to tell me stories
Love, heartbreak, happiness, depression
Each leaf tells a different story as it falls
How can this time be so beautiful,
When everyone seems so sad?
They’re all dying around us
Their stories fall with them
It’s this area that in fact,
Really does,
Make death so beautiful.