The leaves of the tree are plucked away
by the raging wind.
The petals of the flower wither away
like our emotions.
The green grass is choked away to ash.
The clear sky turns into a starless night.
A rumble of thunder and the crack of lightning.
The clouds collide as we once did.
The tears of loss converge into a fearsome wave.
The raging fire scourges the land with hatred.
Then a sudden silence.
The once thriving tree, now left bare.
The once beaming flower, now a mere memory.
The once green grass, now turned to dust.
And that is the bitter truth.