Kids laughed, the adults talked,
The trees were alive.
The park was full of life,
It was bursting with colors,
The greens reds , the blues.
It was peaceful and none,
No one had a clue,
About storm after the calm.
The plague, it came slowly,
Like snow from the skies,
And none survived.
Not the trees, not the animals
Not even the people.
All that remained was
A couple of buildings,
And a swing strung from a tree.
