The sea was rising,

The clouds were gliding, 

Along the dark blue sky,

The sun was hiding behind the clouds,

And soon the rain started poring,

Trees were falling,

Flowers were crying,

For there was a crisis,

On this land of sorrow,

The remaining trees danced,

In the air,

And waved at the crumbling houses every where,

The flowers wished and wished,

That this would just disappear,

So to speak the sun peeked his head out,

For he thought it was time for a shining help,

Soon the crisis was gone,

We heard not a sound,

And nature got back to normal again.

AUTHOR NOTE:

So I wrote this the summer I was going into grade7. I was thinking about how would the world end, would we get swallowed up by earth, or attacked by fire balls, probably asteroids or  nature would turn against us.

 I actually wanted to write a story about how I thought the world would end... but that's not how it went.  I took up my note book that I normally wrote my creative pieces in and read The Sunset then this idea came to mind. So... yes! this is also from my imagination.

Hope you liked it until next time.

Hasta luego