Last Day

Last Day

Children playing.
Boys and girls are enjoying the sun.
Flowers blooming. Grass all around.
Birds are singing sweet songs of spring.
Trees’ branches play catch with the wind.
This I see as I walk peacefully
Through the clover, daisies and
Wildflowers that grace the hills with
Sunshine.
I walk along the beach, looking for
Pearly shells of white.
I like the seashore.
I like to watch the foaming sea
Coming in from the depths.
The water is the color of blue, and
It is quite cool.

I see the sky, and the clouds seem
To me like vultures circling in on
Their prey.
The winds start to come along
With sprinkles of rain and dark
Purple clouds.
All the children have gone home.
The birds, too, have left.

The trees are violently fighting the wind;
Soon the real storm will come.
I tell myself not to worry,
But yet I do.
I forcefully run through the wind
And wet sand.
I fall.
I get up and run more forcibly.

There is a small bush ahead of me.
I run toward it and huddle myself
Under its leaves.

The rain is falling in torrents.
The lightning is flashing. The thunder is drumming.
The wind is raging.
Sand is blowing.
Trees are uprooting and flying away. My poor little bush will go soon, I fear.

Suddenly,
A mammoth tree comes crashing down
On me.
I scream.
I laugh.
I’m going to die out here.
The night is coming sooner than I thought.

I am terribly tired, and somehow
I am not afraid anymore.
I can now sleep peacefully,
Knowing that tomorrow I’ll wake
And it will be morning, and~
Birds will be singing sweet songs of spring.