Seasons of death

On sunny days,

Body sweat tears in agony

Hell is nigh

Lift your eyes to the sky

 Snickering faces of Sun

Glaring down with vile adoration upon ants

Playing with his toy,

 The magnifying glass, he burns

 

On windy days,

The air fills the earth like a balloon

Blown ‘till it breaks into smithereens

Dust of pale bodies

Swirling in a blue world like tornado

Bird’s crash

 

On colds days,

Jacks frost is Grim reaper

Harvesting dead roses

Can he be cruder on babies born,

Yearning warm milk

Bosom is stiff cold

 

On rainy days,

Noah is watching murky rivers

Swimming dead bodies, God is not kind

Was this the way to go

On this earth

Why not fly like bird to another destination

Another dimension

Heaven be worth the sorrow

Or hell is joy

Author's Note

Whys do we have death, to changed or dissolve to nothing or even something new? These are questions that ponder my thoughts, if the universe is as self regulating and innately intelligent as our bodies, surely amicable changes are what is needed? But that is just me…hopefully there is plan to this concept called life or seriously I will be pissed in after life, lol