The fleeting of dying trees

First there were 4,

Acres of green. 

Housing mystery and nature

Within the 4. 

Then there were 3,

Acres of yellow. 

Escape from boisterous blades in the trees,

Within the 3.

Then there were 2,

Acres of brown.

The wind waltzing with the dying leaves,

Within the 2.

Then there were 1,

Acres of absence. 

The corpses littered on the ground,

Within the 1. 

Then there were zero, 

Acres of anything. 

As the bustling moved on, died down, 

Within the zero.