Open eyes, sore hands, blue skies. It began with a rowm then spouted into a feild. I just couldn't stop. Trees, grass, plants. Everywhere there was green.
Picture a open feild, roughly 6 achers. Green, and flourescent colors blooming, reaching out to the bright sky. My one true love.
It grew, and grew. Life from end to end. Too much to water, and feed. I looked to the clouds to protect them.
Nothing, no rain, not a drop of water everywhere. Dry leaves rubbing, dry leaves beginning to burn. A fire spreading, leaving no corners untouched.
Firefighters came fast, there hoses injecting water to the flames. Blue, red, blue, red. Good and evil battling against the force of nature.
I watched from the sidelines as the fire died. No green in sight, a black, dead mass replacing my once thriving landscape.
Oh man! That's deep. I like yoour use of diction!
ReplyDeleteI liked it, it was written very well. It was really sad though, and the way everything transformed from from life and beauty to blackened death made me sad :( However its very good and emotional :)
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