The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
Call out, a siren's shriek,
Warning blooms set fire
To the embers that flash and burn,
Stars blink in memory,
Of the parents now lost,
The roar of a lion,
Still shudders the garden,
Silent and shivering.

My watching eyes paint,
the empty streets,
With sights that soothes the mind,
and prepares the soul.
© Elena