Death is Beautiful

Curled fingers, knarled hands, worn from so many years of lingering

Cold breeze, sweeping past, shivering and tingling down your spine

Ghosts and spirits, dancing and prancing, never ending glee

Death is cold

The colors of the leaves, twirling down, blind of their beauty

The big oak tree, leaning down, weary and ready to let go

A sad old man, watching, as the world moves on

Death is cruel

A nice warm hug, reassuring you, "everything will be alright"

Singing and lullabies, sleep luring you into it's realm

The cold and pain, washing away, as you leave personhood

Death is beautiful

Author's Note

Wow, I sound so depressed :C Not my intention. I think this is an interesting perspective of death: a cold, ancient thing that grabs you away from everything you know, but relieves you in a way humanity probably never could... I mean unless you go to "the opposite of heaven" but still.