The fire slowly began to die, 

with each pop of ash the forest grew quieter.

The orange and red of the flames engulfed the wood,

like a lion catching its prey.

The silence started to become louder, and nature began to take the attention.

The water’s edge was mirror like,

set on fire by the sun’s bright glow.

The red and yellow mix together and sink past the water,

as the horizon engulfed the sun.

As the sky turned from blue to orange.

The wind pulls the waves harder,

crashing the water against millions of rock. 

Each wave pulls back and push forward harder as the last,

like the water was trying to grasp the empty space between each rock. 

As the sky turned from orange to black. 

The wind slowly began swaying the trees back and forth,

perfectly in unison with the waves.

The wind rattled the branches on the trees,

like a wild beast tangled in a net. 

As the sky turned from orange to black. 

The leaves swirl around the ground,

rustling in the midnight wind.

Some perfectly green as it falls from the trees above, 

others brown and orange like forgotten toys at the bottom of a bin. 

As the sky turned from orange to black. 

As the sky grew darker the stars and moon began to like up the night sky, 

like millions of tiny light bulbs to light up the pitch black sky.

The piercing of white peeking through sky,

the clouds began to drift apart to reveal a glowing night sky.

The waves still crashing, the trees still swaying, and the leaves still swirling.