before i go
to hunt for the last time
i want to watch the flowers blossom
the leaves grazing my skin
as the branches wave to hold my hair
the sun beaming for the last
untamed, pure forest
before the grass waves as flames
and the bark burns black
i stand under stone
Silver frozen to gray
bringing the fireflies
taunting memories
to circle the statue
that holds its place
even after the world
loses its own
in reality