The Forest

The bright lime bushes glow,

The fresh fig smell dominates all smells.

All the branches battle for life as the birds hold them down.

Mother Nature blocking the sun from the glowing grass.

Night falls, stars bright glaring at the moon.

The freshness of the night disturbed the hive.

Thunder strikes fires everywhere.

By the end, battled branches had died,

Smoke starts to rise and dominate all smells.

Walk away from the horror,

Disband the hive,

Sad for life,

Come back next time and settle the fright.