Our excursion leads us to nowhere,

A mere limbo in our minds,

The once vibrant trees' hues fading,

But as the sizzling heat is calming,

We approach hands held modestly,

Into the world's dark lair.

The elements mixed carefully,

Into God's seasonal solution,

Maintaining disorder,

A creation of destruction,

A sweet taste of the Earth's bitterness.

Quickly it spreads,

Tears rolling through the still landscape,

Breaths so delightful and chilling,

Until the overdose of the body,

Leaves the delight behind.

Perhaps it is to cope,

With the world's internal struggles,

A fierce reminder of our deaths and lifes,

As so determined by it,

And our ignorance and boasts,

Of assumed power.