Nature

The beauty of nature. 

The colors, the smells, the sounds. 

Animals rustling through the woods.

Birds chirping in the trees. 

The crunching of your feet against the leaves. 

You walk down the rocky path, littered with autumn colors. 

The trees are beautiful with red, yellow and orange.

It's beautiful. 

Time seems to discontinue. 

The leaves start to fall, and the birds stop chirping. 

The animals run to their homes. 

What is happening? The end of the beauty?

Time stands still as you look over the cascading forest. 

Everything turns dark. 

Crows start to caw and the sky turns black. 

This is the end.

The end of beauty, the end of time. 

You feel the gusting wind and shutter. 

You can't turn back, you freeze. 

Everything turns black.

Your memories flash before your eyes.

Beutiful colors once again. 

First, you see red, as bright as the autumn leaves beneath your feet.

Then, you see orange, as tangy as the fruit you had for lunch.

Finally, you see yellow. It's bright and warm like the sun. 

When you open your eyes,

there is nothing before you. 

Time is gone. 

Beauty is no more. 

This is the end. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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