He was a forest,

Serene and peaceful blends,

Resonant sounds from tasteful birds,

Crescendo stong on the skys end.

 

He transformed to a leaf,

So callous, lacking empathy,

A lead coloured pole through the neck,

Sunk in the shore, his sympathy.

 

He then, formed to fire,

Bitter to the deepest core,

Crisping every branch fallen under,

 WIth not a spirit to endure.

 

Alas, he was a match into water,

Only an embrace rushed his nerves,

WIth a snowball burrowing in his chest,

Left with only her voice to be heard.