The valley
As I walk to the valley of death…
It is a site to behold.
For this valley keeps a secret.
A secret not known by many.
Death lingers on the field
A field where no life is found.
It is dead, barren, everything that is supposed to be here, has been killed…
or taken away.
But hope might arrive in this, unnatural place,
For a bird, a sparrow is flying near,
The grass is dead and lifeless.
The trees are ravished by an evil plague.
Not enough water for even a bird and its young can be found,
It is hell…
The skies are orange and red as the sun approaches its end.
The bird on the other hand does not know that this will be…
From nowhere, a massive explosion shook the earth.
The ground clings together,
they…can’t
brake.
Fire erupts from the skies,
but why here?
In just a matter of minutes, the fire stops,
smoke rose to heaven,
Its time on earth is finished.
The bird on the other hand, was injured during the war.
Its wing is broken.
It claps as hard as it can, but the pain…
It gets tired,
It slowly…silently…painfully…
falls to the ground.
The valley takes another life.
