Days before

The good old days, thriving with greenery

Quiet, sincere as the breeze bellows between the branches

Tall, lush, watching over the town

robust through storms drought and flood

Until this storm,

the storm, the storm, the storm

light fills the surroundings

I choke, losing air, water evaporating

waiting for a house to be built,

Slowly falling, limbs breaking, loss of life  

for now, the agony still powers through my blood

waiting for my end to come