The dust and straws are driven up and down
as the sky darkens from the clouds up high.
It starts to get cooler as the first drop hits the
ground. Then it brings more drops in till it starts
pouring from the clouds above. Some of the drops

The wind is intermitting, dry and light
It rustles the trees and leaves
with silent gracefulness
The eye catches a
glance of the honey auburn leaves
The night world is listening
to every sound echoing
The moon light illuminates
on the lake

Immovably unquiet and forever
Is the moon’s perch in the sky.
Sitting in a blanket of mismatched stars
Is the place children go for a sweet midnight dream.

Horrific scenery fills my mind
Some from the future, some from behind
Nightmare images that fill others with Dread
The world would be better if My Kind were dead
In spite of the sacrifices of those we’re above
We see a future without Hope, Faith, or Love