EarthToBella0
The trees sway in front of me, dancing in the wind.
They swung so happily, i could almost see their joy.
They were mocking me.
Nature was looking down at me and laughing at my sorrow.
The air was cold, it nipped at my skin and erected small bumps of flesh.
In spite of this the sun still shone down on me, warming me and kissing my tears.
But the trees, they did not show affection. They mocked me.
Not to mention they frustrated me, every graceful movement of their branches seemed to be directly aimed at the canopy i lay under.
They were so careful, so lithe
Right up until the point where they swung and struck the tattered canopy.
We didn't know how many bombs had dropped by now, we didn't care.
The sound of our footfalls became lost, the surrounding gunfire and brilliant explosions muted every sound of life this city once had.
I could only hear my breathing as we ran towards the Eastern sun.
It was all we knew, all that remained familar in the midst of the tatters and wreckage.
The tatters and wreckage that had once been our home.
All we had now was the East.