Sharp rays of sun cut through chilled air.
Trees sway.
Bare branches reach out like skeletal hands,
searching for comfort from the indifferent day.
The wind blows cold,as though passing straight through me;
harsh and careless.
Leaves dance along the ground as I wait.
The scent of freshly dug earth hangs in the air.
Sadly, I watch the procession creep by.
The sun sinks behind a white cloud as man meets earth.
Forever safe, life's taste of bittersweet
will taunt him no more.
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