Closing
The clouds are narrowing, becoming dark empty angry.
The sky is closing curling back into space.
The trees cringe and crack.
The dirt dries.
Nature shrivels up around itself.
Every creature observing,
While the world is losing
Its color.
Its light.
Its spark.
Its joy.
Its life.
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