A Turtle's Last Words

Soft black eyes
look at the world
as much has changed
since younger days

Sitting on a sunlit rock
I wonder...
what must it be thinking?

Slowly, it turns its head to stare at me
for what had seemed my lifetime
but not his

Oh, what a peaceful nature
savouring life at the moment
living at a slower stride
It ponders, time passes
ever so slowly, does it bide
in the afternoon sun

The old creature
breaks the silence...

"This old and tired soul
seeks no more to see
nor to live,
nor to nap in nature's warmth
yet seeks only
eternal sleep
so as not to worry
of this aging world."

Slowly
or maybe time does play a trick on my mind
the turtle closes its eyes
as old as time itself
unto the sun- bathed world of nature
and upon his rock
he falls asleep

Nature cradles the turtle in her arms -
his eyes that did not wake again.