Rocky MountainsA Poem by SweetsStanding in the middle of the rain, Hearing the raindrops hit the ground like the devastation of the rocky mountains. They were once full of life, and green. Children often played there hide and seek, As they hid behind the old tree, Watching their friends looking here and there As they caught a glimpse of the hidden lad, Hiding behind the tree. Running to catch him if they can, but the prey is too fast to be caught. He tripped down, and everyone wanted to check if he was alright, but the guy was already dead. Blood fulfilled the grass, as it all turned red. And the little friend apologized, and said sorry if he can. No one cared, and they took that little lad to the hospital. There was no hope in getting him back. He was resting in the heavens of green and blue. And that little kid's depression Led to the devastation of the hope. The hope that shined in everyones' hearts. The pink and green turned into heat, and the little kid sat alone on the rocks which was full of heat and oppression. He saw that shining sea of blue and green. He ran to see what was there, and away it goes as he gets closer. He got tired and threw himself on the hot summer sands. He thought it was a mirage. He looked up at the sky, As he felt a raindrop on his forehead, It was hope again as it bleeds. It bleeds transparency instead of red and black, And that little kid stood up hopeful, And he saw the shiny sea again. Children splashing with water. It was finally raining again, and he saw his living dead friend, Smiling and waving his hand, Leaving this world with peace. As he vanished into the unknown. And that little kid smiled back, as a tiny tear evaporated from his eye. He tried to enjoy his time as much as he could, He finally realized that death was peace And a little girl came by, running as fast as she could. As she held his hand and invited him to share happiness with her~ © 2011 SweetsAuthor's Note
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Added on December 10, 2010Last Updated on March 25, 2011 AuthorSweetsKennesaw, GAAboutHello, My name is Sarah. I'm 17. I have a very sensitive stomach. I hate feathers. And I hate fish (Food or pets). But some fishes are cute...like the orange ones, but I'm scared to touch them. An.. more..Writing
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