From Dawn til Dusk

Walking between the tree's.
Gliding through the woods with ease.
Stepping on the stones.
Listening to all the different tones.

Glistening river water flows,
through my soft, tender toes.
Laying on the gentle earth,
slowly my dreams take birth.

Walking home I ponder.
Something makes me wonder.
The end is near...
this is no time for us to cheer.

The harsh wind hits my face,
to my eyes it feels like mace.
The ground is hard and stabbing,
like razor blades sharp and jabbing.

The water's slick and murky,
no longer flowing but jerking.
The gentle sun is burning,
always keeping me yearning.

The sky starts to grow black,
I know now there's no turning back!