“I’m sorry to ask but how many?”

“All seven, I’m afraid.” 

The world around him turns to the brown, red, and yellows, 

of dirt. 

A sense of dread but also expectancy hung in the air. 

“I’m sorry, but it is time to go now.”

The crow of death spread its beautiful yet terrifying wings.

The man took a deep breath, 

as he knew where he would be going. 

He climbed onto his black and iridescent back. 

The crow let out a screech-like caw and they took off. 

The body of the man left behind in the dirt, 

ready to return to the Earth.

Look closely and you will see a small sprout, 

a new life is just beginning. 

With one death another life begins. 

The circle of life they call it, 

being born into a new world, 

growing up and growing old,

returning to the Earth from once you came.