Colors fade

Green drained into Red

Red slowly fading to brown

Brown falling to the cold ground

Left bear

Slowly life fade away

No, not dying just slowing down

Slowing to sleep

Wind whistling through what remains

Light begins to fade

Waiting for warmth to fill it once more

But till then sleep



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