NATURAL BEAUTY

If this really is the last of life
that I am far from savoring,
why am I still wavering?
Why not just get it over with?
It seems as good a time as any.

The foliage rustles
with a soothing morbidity,
while trees are distant and aloof,
as if aware of my fate
but requiring proof.

Nature has given up on me
and beauty is my enemy.
I sought it out and found it
where it didn’t belong.
Now it elicits difficult memories
and it’s just gone.

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