There it lies on the snow,
Near a group of trees and a scarecrow,
Lying senseless and motionless,
His soul resting in God’s peacefulness,
He lies there not uttering one word,
With his eyes shut I heard,
Hands folded to pray,
And sadly crumbled before he could say,
“My life I once was apart of,
I willingly give to you above,
To the Lord of the skies,
My true self not a disguise,
So there he lay for many more years,
With many visitors shedding their tears,
For an old man once alive,
Sadly he did not survive.
Elena
