What a curious day, the sun beeming as if it saw the sky for the first time, the forest rusting with a silent melody

The creatures all residing withing their safety’s, the wind painting it’s portait among the waters edges

But not a human around, as if the rapture has happened, as if the world was only ever me

I look around, but no sense of humanity anywhere, only the distilled sounds of the breeze

I look and nothing around, my hands tremble with a fear and unease, as if I am being drowned

I sit under a shaded oak, and watch the empty roads, listen to the empty houses

Look at the empty cars, the empty lives

And sit with my empty tears