The begging to the end

The summer warmth drys my skin,
I can not see and I hear nothing,
as my outer layer begins to open
the end, Or the start so I'm hoping,
I feel my self hit the ground,
I'm lucky I could not hear the sound,
I feel snug and warm like a new beginning,
I can hear so many birds singing,
I start to plant my feet into the sand,
so scared and nobody can hold my hand,
as reaching up for the sky to feel the light,
not explainable it seems so right,
my legs begin to explore the soil,
and my arms begin to uncoil,
my leaves start to Ravel them self,
and I just know I'm in such good health,
I can feel a bird take home in my arms,
and a lizard showing of his charms,
but I know the nightmare is moving closer,
emotions like a roller coaster,
the end is so suddenly near,
and its them that I fear,
I can feel them begin to cut,
only glad my eyes are welded shut,
but with out a glimpse Of care they take my life,
after they cut me with that vibrating knife.
left laying across the the open plane,
life as a chair shall never be the same,