Greener Grass

When the hands strain to feel,
And the eyes forget how to see,
Imagine the night.
Imagine the sky,
In some other place,
In some other time.
Where death counts for not,
And life is the most beautiful gift.
The future seems much brighter on the other side.
Take my hand,
For if you are ever lost,
I will save you

Author's Note

I welcome criticisms as long as it'd civil. Thank you :)

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

You have a unique style . Nice write.

[Chelsea Marie]

Thank you :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.

[Dr. Wood ?]

I think it mat need a little work..just MY opinion, Maybe it should read..when death counts for nothing...instead of 'not'....It is an interesting poem nonetheless I wonder how long it took you to write it and if you ever thought it might need a little tweaking here and there....But I am no expert, I just write poems and enjoy reading the decent one on here...this is more than decent

[Chelsea Marie]

Thank you :) The reason that I used "not" as opposed to "nothing" was to give it a little bit more of a medieval tone. Grammatically it is correct, but I can understand where you are coming from. Thank you very much for your review :)