the dark hole 7

The laughter under the rock boulders
Splashing water carefree roaming....
The human race singing happily
Racing each other on the water fall

The water running along
On the smooth stones and streams
The dark shades of trees
Giving them shade against the sun penetrating rays

Some standing playing with balls
On the flat land light creaming water flow
Some under the “glass never breaks”
Feeling the falling rain

The shrieks and laughter ring
Into the quiet forest the noises bring
The chirping birds watching disinterested
Of the human voices singing

The dark robe Reaper floats
On the branches of many trees
He enjoys touting the human race
Watching them gleefully

He takes lives in case you forget
In his hands the deadly sickle shines
The bringer of calamity to the uninitiated
Claiming lives to boost his broken ego

The black robe floating lazily
The chasing breezes never leave
The Reaper waits for his prize
As the human race frolicking in size

The rain fall suddenly
No warning no sign
It comes in shattering roar
The human race wake up and run

The glass never breaks bring
The fallen logs and debris
Coming down in quick falling
Some humans get clobbered and injured

Some lay motionless
The water take them along
Streaming down from the smooth rocks
Floating away eyes wide open