Life and Death

The ground is soft
you open your eyes to see
a world full of green
you smell the sweet scent of milk
you go toward it
it was your mother looking down on you
you drank the milk
it been 7 years you are old and torn
you have been laying in the snow for two hours
it was time to go with the traveler
that night you passed with the traveler
you never saw your family again until years later.