Death

My view on death...

A woman stands before me

with waves of cascading curls,

the color of mahogany.

Her rose ivory skin

and plump figure

draw me in.

Her earthly breasts swell

as if abundant with nutriciuos milk

ready to feed on the youth that here do dwell.

Her hands reach out to me

in an effort to take me in

but I am not done seeing what I see.

A forest surges behind Her

with beautiful trees of green.

This earthy heaven, I prefer.

Foxes, turtles, raccoons, and more

run to her, pawing at her legs.

She smiles at them with a look of adore.

She points to them and then to me

and they seem to understand.

They turn around and smile, gleefully.

Towards me they walk, slowly,

as if they sense I'm wary.

Hoping not to scare me.

A rabbit hops further and stops at my feet,

looking from me to his Mother and She nods.

She extends her hands again and all the birds tweet.

The rabbit stands next to me

and guides me toward Her,

to be with for eternity.

Author's Note

Unlike a lot of people, I do view death as something to fear. I admit, I do not know what happens but I do not believe we should be afraid of it. Instead, I think we should welcome it as a new experience. A new adventure. Whatever that may be.