Lovely

Breathe a breath of life. Oxygen is free here. It is mine for the taking. This life is only the beginning; a piece of history in the making.
She sat down in a nice, cozy chair. She reclined to sit back and let loose her hair.
Her mind was full of thoughts of the day's activities.
She closed her eyes, in search of her spirituality.
Questions quickly arose and she quickly shut them out.
This was her time to rest; no time for doubt.
Silently and subtly, peace found her lying there; so calm and serene.
Peace was now her reality which was now far from any dream.
"Peace is rare and hard to find"
She acknowledged this and appreciated her time.
Slowly, beat by beat, she felt it stop abruptly. She smiled and in death,
she remained lovely.
Nothing left of the heart that once beat so strong...of the spirit that lived so freely...of the soul who had a song...
Gone; completely.