Pushing away from dullness
A green spark on the arm of a tree
Burns so quick, just like a match
But green, not yellow, without a flinch
No darkness hollows its heart
And screaming into a blue sky, it fades
The resting calm of a mild yellow
While grey rotting elders decay
Melting into the dark that ends the air
Take notice; burn firey red
With the blood of each witnessed sunset
Before your colour is swept away
By relentless wind and rain
You cannot chose to die. You simply do.
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