The dying woman

She was standing for long days and hour
Waiting for the future hopes to live
She was drowning losing her sole soul.
It was skimming to close her eyes like death
As if fortune has favored her bowing down
Her head being brave rather than being forsaken.
The trees, plants and varieties of herbs
Influence for the pangs of new life ahead.
The sun has left her as if thrown in the dark
The nature never forgives her assaulting
The humans and the lives clattering
Underneath the meadow and the earth
Who have love and friendship even
In the lower animals sparingly stretched
To notify others in the hopes for survival.

The birds and other lizards are uprising
Here and there to have the soil and beds
To cover up the body and the soul
Together with the roasting downpour
In the humidity cluster of sharpened world.