A Short Story
By Dale Oram
Rooted to the Spot,
Frozen in time,
An air of melancholy surrounds him.
A warm breeze softly flows passed his body and into the forest that welcomes all.
Calmly his eyes open and he gazes to the place beyond the pines.
A shimmer of light sparkles within his eyes, as he watches the rays of light shine bright, and break through the canopy of entangled leaves above.
He hears the birds perform his final ballad, and a smile forms on his face as a sense of peace envelopes him entirely.
His eyes become heavy once more.
Content and open-armed, he falls. Greeting the earth that waits below like an old friend.