# Poem: The Grass is Soft

Author: Brandie
Tags: Death, Night, Poem, dying

I lay here slipping  
and look to the bright sky.  
The grass feels so soft.  
  
The sky begins to change.  
Purples and pinks appear  
with no single sound  
  
They blend together  
to form the night's blues and blacks.  
Still, the grass is soft  
  
A light catches my eye.  
Dozens appear from no where  
cover the night sky.  
  
The air pricks my skin  
like a cold hand grabbing me.  
Still, the grass is soft.  
  
The colors come back  
the sun and warmth come too.  
All but me are well.  
  
My life is now gone  
My body lies cold and stiff.  
Still, the grass is soft.

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