Breathe       by Tom Cook

 

  Deep in a Rich pasture, among the fields of green
  She there lies, witing to breathe in the scent of her life,
  Passed by in a moment.
 
  The sun sets
             Darkly shading the plain
  Love passed by instant
  Leaves her the memory of her life in a direction not followed.
 
  Scarlet breath consumes a beautiful young woman
  In a deep rich pasture
  Amidst a field of green.