Lost

The landscape was dry and dead. The roses that had grown in giant bushels were wilting and grey…the bee’s, once so full of life and sound, were silent and still…as were the other animals. The babbling brook that normally sang its cheerful melody in its beautiful voice had disappeared…leaving behind a trench of much and slime. The grass had turned brown from lack of rain and sunlight. The sky was over cased and dark, not one ray of sun had a hope of peeking through the dense clouds. The air was thick and hard to breath, it felt like it clung to your insides after an exhale. Tree’s were dead and falling all around…this land was unlivable…just like my soul…