A Last Goodbye

I saw the sun, take its final bow. It kissed the

ocean's edge, somehow. A blaze of fire, then it turned

grey. The light retreated. It wouldn't stay. The trees whispered

secrets, low and dry. They knew the words, for a last

goodbye. Goodbye to the rivers, goodbye to the sky.

Goodbye to the whispers of leaves that cry. Goodbye to the

moments, the laughter, the pain. Goodbye to the thunder,

the soft falling rain. The ground was warm. Now it feels