I ask people to take in all the intoxicating smells
And hear the wind whistle like a flute
Or admire the satisfying colors that nature has painted
Hear the birds and squirrels, singing and playing
Leaves crunching beneath their feet
Feel their hearts listening in peace
And eyes satisfied with the beauty
Only to realize that the tree has no more life
Hearing the leaves crunch beneath their feet
Slowing deteriorating to nothingness.
Inviting the air that brings along a cold death
Slowly freezing all the lakes and ponds
Everything comes to an end