Things End. The End

Gone.
Like the sun into dark clouds
Like clouds before a rainbow
Like a rainbow in the sun.
Gone.
Like the wind nipping the leaves.
Like the leaves falling from trees
Like the trees breaking in the wind.
Gone.
Like the children from the park
Like the park from memories
Like the memories of the children.
Gone.
Like the snow in the hot heat
Like the heat without fire
Like the fire in all the snow.
Gone.
Like the birds to the south
Like the southern lights at night
Like the night to chirping birds.
Gone.
Like babies to growing age
Like old age to death
Like death to rebirth
Gone.

~the em~