The chill of death

The trees wiggle as the children giggle at me.
For they know my fears, that I'm weak under these tears.
Peering into my soul as i set forth onto my day,
when i mold sitting on the ground and being nowhere to be found.
The air is frosty cold as it sends chills down my spine, winding down the time.
Seeing it slip away before my soul reaches out and lets go.
of every thing i had, everything i loved, dead and gone.
With the children lifting me away and taken by the cold winter breeze, up, up and away.
As i have fallen into my fears as i drift away.