the trees stand against a saturated blue

all is calm but for a while

then the world is strange

a fire of color consumes

orange does not make it typical

trees of all but natural color neither brown or green but polychrome

life is void thus far

then it is formed

but is ordinary

a wolf is born it's howl causing ripples on a harsh surrealism

an eagle

screeching the silence apart

nothingness fills a void of what was already lacking

the colors do not fade but are commanded

for in the void the eagle flies