The trees they die before my eyes
They burn to ash
The grass is green no longer
The smell of death lurks in the air
They try so hard to **** an ****
The birds they sing no longer the sky looks deep the clouds of grey they wander with smoke they wander away
The water looks black an cold beneath
the water Looks dead an still
The flowers they wilt at the smell
death comes slowly its fiery touch kills it dead
Death closes its fingers around it
the moon tries not to come up to see the death that lays upon the ground
but it does the night comes and the moon shuns the ground no light no life no sound on the ground there is one thing
Death and death alone
No light
No life
No sound.