Selcouth

Ominous shadows lurk over the forest,

Sniffing the flowers that they deeply cherished

Sun-drenched leaves whimper, their colours now bleak,

Witnessing shadows grow grimmer, so wretchedly weak.

The shadows were no longer cheery,

A sense of guilt washed, making them weary.

A kaleidoscope of colours was gone from the sky

The waterfalls had stopped making the noise

Humans neglected this gift, their trust adrift,

Now eerie creatures hold a haunting night shift.

A forest once vibrant, now in sorrow does sigh,

As the world falls to darkness, and the land begins to die.