The dirt provides a death bed, lifeless image's portrayed.
While leaves hanging above, in the wind, they slowly sway.
She lays mangled, underneath the softened, subtle blue sky.
The beautiful reflection hangs within her coldened two eyes.
The lack of life thrives in a growth, nature's surrounding.
To us, the ignorance of life becomes simply astounding.
The grass stands it ground, sadly, it cannot contrast.
Unbeknownst to the death within simplistic grasp.
Breezes brush her sweet hair, carrying abandoned spirits.
Sad whispering: it rings, as the people cannot hear it.
Decomposing on a stage, courtesy of nature's ways.
She's left alone for now, until she's found in later days.
The picture sits, one sparkle remains in lifeless eyes.
Blood staining her clothes, complimenting how she died