Price Paid for Freedom

The tree grew sideways A bush fluffed out emerald green and rich brown Flowers stemmed beneath them and grass grew unrestrained. Rich fragrance and vibrant nature should have filled his senses. A butterfly flew life flowing on. He lay life flowing out crimson soaking the earth his final bed deep dark red. Greens and browns blend and blur colors of growth fade. Vision dims as eyes scarred by such sights slowly close. Only natural mercy shutting down the senses cuts off the scent of death and the last depths of pain too great to feel. Instead cold and darkness creep through his body across sight and mind. Fire once blazed in his eyes from his heart that once led him to fight with such courage against such odds for such great cause Only ashes remain of his powerful passion that led him and others to change the world. Close followers made of the same stuff lay around him. They too paid the ultimate and final price for freedom.