My Nature Poem

I hang from a tree filled with sweet glee.
I look down at the ground a vast sea of green.
All my friends around me we are all so free.
The wind whistles, and I feel my grip loosen.
And I start to fall “Help me!” I call
As I float down so sad, so unfair
Up at the tree, I start to glare.
Why me, why me
The ground approaches and I see many roaches.
With a sickening thud, I hit the ground and the impact is like an earthquake.
I lie there still, my body has an ache, then the ground rumbles and I start to shake.
A huge giant foot comes over and comes over me.
The foot comes down and I start to scream.
The pain in my body is so horrible so bad.
As it lifts I feel so sad, “make it end, make it stop” I moan and groan.
The torture never-ending, my life ever-long.
I try to feel better.
And then I feel fine.
And then at peace, I take in a breath.
And then I accept the sweet fate of death.