Rocky Mountains

Standing 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~

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar mistakes :)

Reviews

[sushi]

Amazing write. The sadness of a friends' dead cos of the mistake by that boy was an unexpected twist in the poem. His conclusion that dead is peace turns philosophical. Again at the last stanza, when the girl held his hand inviting him to share his happiness with her symbolically represents that the life chases you and tries all means to tempt you, to not to yet you free yourself from the life (which is nothing but your "karma" in Sanskrit).

A blend of philosophy and the message that very religion tries to communicate to its disciples.

[Dani]

wow, this is really great. :)

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

lovely writing~

[Kes]

Aw, what a nice notion.
Happiness is a fine thing, if you can afford it.
Great write.

[sarah]

awwwww love it great write!

[Joshua Smit]

A fine example of strory telling poetry... love it

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

This was a beautiful poem, this really did tell a story of happiness.

[cfix]

I loved the ending here. This is so well expressed and so well written.