A Letter From Life

Life Cries for Help
As I wake up from dreams of twisted reality, I realize there is nothing more to be embraced. I bask in thought for only a moment until I’m interrupted. A rain drop strikes me dead center on the forehead. I lay there still as the rain pours onto the earth birthing new life, and renewing the old. As I see this splendid site I wonder, how long will the rain renew life? When will it end? I want to lay in the same meadow with my children’s children and watch the rain descend. I want to see flowers sprout in a matter of moments; plants grow a personality of their very own. The grass is like fire always moving and filled to the brim with fresh life. But I really wonder how long this last will? How long will we put off the question, will mother nature end life, or will we?