A Cold Island Night
It was cold...that frost bite that follows ever so closely against the skin of my body...oh how it crawls and slides its freezing atmosphere against mine,
The sound of crickets making their calls of city-wide status...millions of calls dictating their stop and go...bustle and flow...ohh their endless drive to my insanity,
I feel the fall season coming on...Cold front against the warm house from nature's deception...hot then cold...hot then...it stays cold,
If one could feel the island breeze...its cold complacency causing my human fragility to run for covers...the beach is making its call,
The natural salty air that runs amok along my nostrils...hair flickering off ice that forms along the edges...surrealistic beauty of stars with a purpose.
The Stars shine high above my head...Comets crashing along paths forever mysterious to the human eye...just tiny specks in the sky,
But oh how they fly...their timeless appeal nothing more than a grand picture of the universe but a human is but an ignorance to natures massive abstract paintings,
Do or you don't...whether you bundle up or stay with the shorts of summer...Fall and the cold dull will undoubtedly attach itself to you,
Though you must keep pressing on...cold night you...only you think you can stop my midnight walk through a natural paradise,
The apples growing fondly from a tree down the street...the gleam from the heavens shining brightly on it's red glow of friendly appeal,
So I eat one of mediocre status...it's skin softer than any other...freshness unparalleled in consideration I must imagine simply.
It has arrived...your fall of unimaginable scale...your slow green to red and green to brown leaves...you tree killer and reincarnation of sorts,
Those trees ask why every summer...why the must dread natures greed to take their families from them in that sacred fall season,
Leaves falling...Carbon choking as oxygen remits from natural form to gather an army to fight for the survival of ice preventing its demise,
Yet but when will it end...the season of violent freeze...of fog and rain...of hoodie nation...civilizations all act the same in your accord,
Don't tread to rough...winter will soon be over...the spring showers will wash...wash you away from your hold on the world.
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