#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...