Minifigure Monday – The Last
(An original LEGO inspired poem from True North Bricks)
Blue sky above of hazy hue,
Green grass below covered with dew.
The whisper of passing breeze,
The only voice among the trees.
Past babbling brook and roaring fall,
Through emerald pines straight and tall.
Softly treading through the moss,
With heart grown heavy from the loss.
Wandering through the forest green,
Along the trails of life unseen.
Gliding through Sun’s golden rays,
Alone until the end of days.
Gone is the joy of rose’s scent,
Left only the thorns of lament.
Soon forgotten, left behind,
The sole survivor of her kind.