Only Rain

Thoughts; they wander back and forth like leaves in the wind. Wise men once postulated: “To accept the truth you must believe the lie.” And life makes fools of us all.
Life and death are just a thought, an idea, and we are all just rain, falling towards our destination.
The final thought.
The last sunrise before an eternal sunset.
Golden skies paint our dreams. You have only ever been dust.
But you were beautiful.
And tomorrow men, women and children will wake and smell the rain soaked grass, and they will smile.
This is only a thought. And I find you beautiful.
The last leaves fall in Autumn.