End
THE harsh rays of the sun beat down on youthful leaves.
Rustling of small animals fills the silence.
A gentle breeze brushes past stray grass.
The air is crisp and clean invading everybody's nose.
Waves rush through a nearby stream.
A plum tree stands tall in a wide span of field.
The dim rays of the moonlight cover the ground.
Chirping of crickets fills the silence.
An owl hoots and squawks from the beginning of dusk till the sun rises.
The day is almost over.
Tiny blossoms bloom and grow with every passing second.
An ending just for you- I shall provide.
The day is over.
Sounds of silence fill the air.
An end this is- so this is goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Suffocate | ✅
Poetry𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢. __ {Complete} "Suffocate" if the genre wasn't obvious enough already- Is a poem book. Some poems are about touchy subjects which include my opinions on matters that many readers...
