The Sun's Perfection

Until forever's end, don't let them see-
the blossom's petals falling like leaves on a tree
On fire's flame, a wandering eye,
Logs burnt ashes, floating into the sky.
The whisper of rain's misty dew,
As midnight's cold moon fades to blue
Deer's careful hoofprint embedded in moss,
Cricket's churps, cry as they mourn for a loss.
One day every dove will learn to fly away
Like children's hands- waving goodbye to their last summer's day
Goodbyes of grief- like a rush of actic air,
the sun disappearing in the darkness of no where.