To the Ground
By Alisha W
Reds, golds, and browns blanket the ground.
Bare branches sway gently in the wind.
Crunching with every step.
Rain turning into leaves
The rain falls gently, like a feather in the wind,
Splashing on the grass,
Slowly rising from the ground.
Rising above the trees.
Crackling softly, glowing brightly.
Everything slowly disappearing.
Reds, oranges, and yellows hiding the trees.
Thick smoke blanketing the sky.
Crumbling across the rubble, covering the graves.
The black covered by greys and browns.
The soft, green grass, just grown back, now gone.
Rocks rolling, destroying everything in their path.
The forest is gone now.
It went through a lot.
Floods, fires, landslides.
It slowly fell to the ground.