The sky grows heavy;
The sun out focused.
The clouds are slowing down,
Time stops for a second.
And then a nudge,
The earth shakes,
A quick jerk to the left,
Leaves fall down
Like dew drops in the morning.
A quick yawn from a distant wind,
Letters form in the horizon
But the place becomes foggy.
Muffled chirping grows more silent
Every second slowing down
The sky grows heavy
And then everything turns black.
