The wind blows leaves,
gently from the tree.
But his eyes cannot see.
The sound of the breeze,
whispers that spring is near.
But his ears cannot hear.
The scent of the air,
shows that all is well.
But his nose cannot smell.
The grip of the noose,
becomes quite tight.
But he no longer feels fright.
His vision darkens,
fade to black.
But he will never come back.