Nature

The wind on my face
it lingers on my face.
Embracing the warmth of it.

The lush green field with
brown and greens over the horizon
conquering the skies
moving, screaming
wanting to close the skies,
conquer it.

The misty smell lingers onto my nose
embracing the slight wind coming in and out of my nose.
The screams of the green and brown
echos in the air.

This moment I will miss
don't want to leave
but... I must.
A slight lean back
and the breeze on my face,
quickly become a roar
behind me, the green
screams after me.

A sharp pain in the back
a massive short pain
that made me black out.
But...
I am still falling
in the eternal darkness.

Cannot move
cannot see
cannot hear
can only feel
the eternal air
blasting behind me.

Author's Note

Random poem I thought of involving nature

Reviews

[eeoopig]

Nice poem :) died at the end. I wrote a short story like that once - the person died and was buried, but she could still hear and feel stuff around her. ha ha nice right? good job