The Last Hour

By Alex - Circa 2021

  The Last Hour     

The autumn breeze hits my face and it flows through my hair 

as I sit by a creek, on a rock covered with moss and dry dirt. 

The sound of the water flowing off of each rock and the birds chirping, While the trees sway and the leaves fall into the water. 

     I smell the sweet flowers that surround my spot and it feels like I am home. I can taste the sweetness of strawberries dipped in rich honey on my lips. My favorite snack that I ate on my rock that is covered by dry dirt and moss. This has always been my favorite spot, because I get to see the beautiful sun with her fluffy clouds and the glowing moon with his burning stars. 

     I wish I could come back to listen to the chirping birds and the flowing river, Smelling the flowers once again, I have decided it is my time to leave this place behind. Maybe the sun and moon will make another fluffy cloud or burning star for some other To look at when the autumn breeze flows.