#WritcoPoemChallenge
Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run...
All evergreen tree's joy had gone
It seems as if they moan
Bird food findings are done
Satisfactory sweet chirpings were gone
Cute little bird's face were full of tension
They rush their house as if that is danger prone
Beautiful orange sky that shone
Eventually turned into a dark stone
All the grasses have turned off their transpiration
It was time for the nature to cool down
Dark dead silence was torn
By sweet little insects song
The sky never so beautifully shone
With twinkling pearls and smiling moon
Song of happiness once again was on
The dried path by the tiny fireflies was shown
It didn't seem that in the dark night I was all alone
The dreadful graves didn't groan
Everything was too beautiful to make me think that the world was another one
Ant's hardworking mode was still on
The light of little fireflies on pine trees was such a satisfaction
The beauty of dark night was so beautiful that no one can mention.
----POET UNKNOWN