Dance Of Death…

Flower fading in the teaming rain,

Every drop of acid from the poisonous clouds, dull the blue of this life form,

Swaying in the thunderous wind,

Drowning in the beauty that is mother nature, surving the day's dawn,

For where is the sun this petal so desires?

For where are the birds with their fruitful choirs?

For where are the fruits of this forest? for the ceiling draws close to an untimely death,

As weather adorns fate to life,

As mother nature squeezes my breath,

Once strong in the summer breeze;

I now applaud my Dance of Death...