The black fingers of death grew
Onto the old sleepy lady and her friends.
They understood it as the end.
But it advanced on her first.
It was peaceful and she was suddenly dreaming.
The fragile lady remembered her youth,
A time she felt the most at ease. She reminisced
the blue sky, the fresh and cool air, the breath-taking mountains,
The flowing water, the deer running through the tall green trees, and
Autumn colored leaves falling on freshly cut stumps.
Earth and Mother Nature were misunderstood.
She stopped dreaming and fell back.
Her last thoughts--happiness and tranquility.