Far away in the deep woods,
Danced the orange leaves,
The sun gently watched over them,
As the wind chased them in a corner.
But the dim light soon faded away,
And the earth grumbled,
The leaves panicked and fell over the shaking ground,
Then came, with a high speed, the stormy breeze.
There were no leaves left to fall,
And the trees trembled in a voice that is of an old man.
The lying leaves then,
Danced on the ground as the wind played with them.
But little did they know of the angry storm,
That approached cautiously from the west,
Gathering clouds in dark bundles.
The wind screamed obscenely,
And the bright flash of hot and angry lightening froze the woods.
Soon everything turned to ashes,
And the trees were nothing but hollow statues,
All lost within the woods.
Hello lovely readers! Up there was a free-verse that is a metaphorical depiction of things being all merry and happy when darkness and gloom lurked behind. It’s also a metaphorical message of not always having to fear the unknown– I mean, you saw the leaves? They still danced about even with the storm coming– they lived the moment.
So live your moments and love all that makes you happy– those little things make you stronger for when the darkness really comes and you’re lost within the woods.