The Last Words

I take a step closer to the great big oak tree.

Butterflies darting from branch to branch
as white, cloudy patterns fill the sky.

Wings a colourful blur.

The wind whispers secrets through the autumn leaves.

As the sky darkens, the rain silences the night.

Pitter patter

Pitter patter

Let the sky cry the night away.

Letting go of all her sorrows.

Water falling like a stream of silver ribbons.

I run my finger on the intricate patterns.

Roots hugging the earth with all her love.

Protecting her loved ones.

A shelter for all.

What do you want from me?

She answers me in a deep and calm voice.

Give my branches to the poor.

My leaves to the wind.

My seeds to the birds.

And my spirit to the earth.