I am young and you are....

Running through field with a golden glow,
I miss your hand in mine as I run
through grass and the towering wheat.

I am young and you are old.
You have hair that is as white as snow
that feels as soft as satin.

But the ending breath
and the shaking limbs from death's touch
that I watched consume you.

 Now I run alone
not even my family will run.
You were the only one.

You were a saviour to us all,
As bright as the sparkling shine of morning dew
that fell from leaves of beautiful emerald green.

I am young and you are gone. 

The End

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