Death

A feather drifts to the ground

One mother dies

Lightning slices through blackened clouds

One father dies

A pack of wolves raise their snouts to the swollen moon

One daughter dies

Velvet waves crash against steel rocks

One son dies

Storms of epic proportions swaddle the Earth, blending skies and seas into one

Molten rock burns the living, frozen water drowns the dead

But as years pass by, the forces of nature all die down

Eventually seeds sprout from the damaged soil, and a sun emerges from behind the curtains of despair

Dandelions blossom, trees reach for the sky

Eggs hatch, and life is reborn

Because in the end, death is but a ricochet, a bump in a broken road, and rain on a sunny day.

Author's Note

This is an old piece I did for my English class.