The sky turns white.
As small particles fill the sky.
Almost like starlight.
The blue appearing like tie dye.
The ground begins to fade.
The flowers get covered
The trees used to sway.
The ground around me is snow-covered.
No birds around taking flight.
Not even a fruit fly.
Nearby, I spot a campsite.
Above me is not a blue sky.
An orange, bright light
The ash almost makes me cry
On the ground nearby i spot a kite
The flame does not reach too high