A quiet world

Morning dew drips off blades of tall green grass.

The sun glares bright like a lamp in the dark.

The ground soft and cool, the sky as clear as glass.

It is very quiet, like an empty park.

At midday, the big tree stands big and tall,

Its big, brown branches sway in the light breeze.

The tree is strong, but one day it will fall.

Until then, it will keep standing with ease.

As the sun sinks below the horizon,

a plate of food is made for it to consume.

A pile of dry leaves, that it will lie in.

Markings appear like they're on an old tomb.

During the day, all the world does is turn,

but during the night everything starts to burn.