The Burning inferno, the source of light
Ostracized it seems out in the vast expance
Yet it still gives us warmth,
until the clouds steal it away.
Plants cry out in anguish, a straining plee
They live no more the source of life is hidden
Posture is slumped breath gone, sustinance depleted
Straining to escape the dark, the light fights
Prevailing, the misty presents is ripped out of exsistance
Blinding all that seek it, shadowing all that cringe
Gasping the plants sits up, it's plee answered
Anguish extinguished, breathing deep
Relaxing, as the foot falls on to its small life
Snuffing out what once was.
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