Time

Time

Night fades away, as the sun warms the air.

The voices are still , the air is thinner today.

Noon creeps above the clouds, as not even a sound has bound.

The trees has turned brown, as the flowers stay under ground.

The sun has worked till the end of time, the air whisper tells of whoa.

Of creatures of many types, that once soaked up nature's youth.

Till there was no more to use, to fill their need.

So the world died, and they did too.

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raelynn.smith.35

I really in joyed writing this poem it was one of my firsts.

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