Looking at birds in the sky,
Twirling around up and high.
The scene changes.
The birds get replaced by missiles.
The azure colour gets drained out of the sky.
The air grows thick and dry.
Shrieks and screams **** the silence of the night.

Rotten apple, Wilted roots, Withered leaves
Feeble branches, tampered growth, Barren tree
Standing alone, in a deserted land despondently
This is a picture of the world without humanity