#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
The sounds of rain,
Drizzling from above,
All this beauty in the mist of pain,
A pretty white bird on a branch called a dove,
The animals sing,
Their lovely melodys echant me,
There's a distant ring,
Sounding from farther than my eyes can see,
Let the be your final stop,
As your soul floats up,
I'll climb up to the tree top,
And imagine us sipping tea together from our cup,
Goodbye my love,
Don't forget my face,
Enjoy your knew home above,
As I rest your physical body here in this case.
© BiBye