NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 2

Fallen Trees In Green Coniferous Forest


Whispering winds wake the trees from their slumbers
Limbs stretch, dancing to sweet melodies
White clouds form and glide across pastel skies
Time passes, white turns to grey
…. to black
Winds from whispers
…….. to cries
………… to crashing symphonies
…………….. to graceless thrashing
A creak
A split
There’s nobody around
What is this sound?


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