Ending Point Poem by Kerri White

Enchanting-the places on either side of the pavement
That amaze you as you drive through them,
And inescapably make you feel as though
You could die at that very moment
When nature reckoned you
Into a state of pure serenity.

Leaves grope each other above you
In such an innocent manner,
And you know no matter where you travel,
Beauty will never be as surreal as this.
If somehow you have controlled your fate
All of your days before this,
You would surely remit yourself,
Give up your strength, and just
Cease to exist without sympathy.
Every 'God' world over
-In attempts to work together-
Could not combine their artistry
And make a heaven as beautiful as this.
Undoubtedly, this is just a simple place
On an endless curve, above an unnoticed bridge,
That has gone years without attention,
Never to become someone's wishful destination.
But I know, if I got to choose
I'd allow myself to die there
Instantaneously,
Without measure,
Without remembering prior engagements,
Without failure to thank all the 'Gods'
For not making a heaven
As beautiful as this.
My ending point.