Natures Soldier

Formation of water appearing on his head Lying lifeless the beads of cold run down to his heart Beatless it waits for any sign of life Like a rose, his body insists for the morning sun His soul left him not 2 hours ago Cut down short by a dagger in his chest The lonely water propells into his wound Cleansing it of remorse and guilt Too later, he cannot feel the healing power of nature As dawn breaks and the sun beams into his bones Drying his darkness and relieving his dead mind The day has cleansed this lost being Mother nature has kissed his body with her tears Warmth of the sun has eliminated his evil ways For now he is part of our world....her world Decomposing for others to feed off Good or bad everyone needs to pass Soon time will get you, and when it does Will the sun heal your wounds Or will the water cleanse your soul Or will it be too late......