The Drip

At the dawn of light,

Rays of sunshine peak through the dense trees,

Mountains rise up, scraping the surface of the clouds.

Light shines off the peak of the mountains.

Creatures start to roam the surface of the earth.

Plants rise as rain falls down from above, bringing life to wherever it goes.

A river of plants flood the dried up ground.

Animals thrive in the green bushes, hiding from predators.

Vines swoop down.

Rivers swerve and tangle each other like a tie.

Dead trees block the pathway.

The chirping of the bird echoes through the dead trees,

Sticks snapping under my foot.

The glistening of the lake steps foot on my eyes.

White specks cover the ground.

Dead trees covered with crystals.

The lake turns into a giant ice cube.

Creatures crawl up my leg.

As I stare into the distance,

I fall in love with life.