LexaRadke

Before it all began, my mornings were a calming thing,

The misty morning dew gathered below my bare feet,

Watering the Lisianthus was always quite serene,

My garden was becoming home to a smell so sweet

The sound of the hummingbirds’ wings flying by,

Scents of pollen strong from flowers lingering on bees,

The beginning of a rainbow unravels in the sky,

As I read for hours under the shade of cherry trees.

Mid-day comes again, forcing me back inside,

Until I see the cold dark hours of a blissful night,

The sun beats down so harsh that I must hide,

Or else I’m punished with blisters from the light.

Now I have not seen the sun in many days,

I’ve blocked out all of its bright, harmful rays,

The sun here hasn’t set at all in weeks,

It’s dried up all of the nearest creeks,

The early hours are now a different story,

The morning to me has no more glory,

Only an extension of my time indoors,

Windows boarded and barricaded doors,

I run out in the darkness of the night

With every step is another fight,

Digging up my precious garden,

The soles of my feet harden

The ones lingering outside,

With no place left to hide,

Scream day and night,

Many already died,

And while they cry

For shaded fern,

A darkened sky,

Has returned.