Fade to Black
Harmonious chirping bouncing through the air,
The birds sing their song of joy
Bursts of sunlit warmth
Radiating from the fruitful soil
But as the sun sets
The Earth faces turmoil
Singing ceases
Life decreases
The bitter cold wind whistling
Through the inanimate, leaf-barren trees
Grass once green and thriving
Now nothing but a cadaverous, impoverished desert
A wasteland foreign to vivacity
With only the pale yellow sun hanging above.
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