By Josie Woosnam
Crimson and gold are just two of the colors that paint the trees with such majesty that surround my lifeless body
I used to be one of them, one of the gently dancing creatures that change colors with the seasons
I used to be young and full of life
I used to be naive and thought that beauty remained where I was, but I’m seeing now just how I was wrong
I saw life through life-giving colored lenses that shifted with the seasons
Now I see it as dull and bleak, not rich in color like I once remembered it to be
As the sun sets and I near the time I will be whisked away into oblivion, I think over all that I was and all that I could have been
The color leaves my body as I become one with the earth beneath me
I was truly happy, yes the weather dictated my color, but that didn’t mean it didn’t ever match my mood
I was one with a never-dying spirit
I danced among the prominent muscled figures and the small, dainty ones
I touched the sky, not being very far from the ground
I always wanted to touch it - the ground
But now that I have, I want to go back to the life I once knew;
A life filled with color
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