Ode to The End

Days go by and seasons change but

the ache in my heart doesn't wane.

The lush green trees no longer inspire,

The rising sun fails to ignite a fire.

The chirping birds seem dull and noisy,

The flowing stream cannot be my poesy.

The serene woods feel cold and bare,

The clear blue skies loom and glare.

Time grows old and the mind goes blank,

The end is near says the dry barren hand......