Gone - by Aashritha Kilambi
The dew of dawn drips from the black of night,
The Western moon still shining bright.
The sun rises in the East and brightens the gray,
With the beautiful first break of day.
Green flowers glow in the dampened grass,
Their petals soft, their honey glass,
Water runs loudly not far from here,
Scampers from his corner, a lonely deer,
But all too suddenly, everything is lost,
The delicate petals covered by frost,
The deer runs back into his lair,
The water, to move, it does not dare.
Sweet honey turns bitter, a poisonous drink,
Tall trees, into the dirt they do sink.
And just as soon as Nature bloomed,
The chill of winter had it gloomed.
Just as soon as she glowed in her might,
The freeze covered her in a blanket of fright.
As quickly as she came, and the bliss she put upon,
She wasn’t loved until she was gone.
