Consumed

Quietly I sat and gazed As the hissing winds mocked about. The leaves silently whispered and swayed, And together swayed with them the trees. The birds about,flew, sang and perched. The meadow was beautiful and green, Painted in all flowers bright: lilies,roses, violets and lavender. Quietly I sat Lost to nought but lovely sounds Of joyous birds and hissing winds. A soul lost in pleasantries Of a sight all beautiful and all fair. For a moment I swang my head, And closed my eyes. The birds when silent, There singing was no more. The winds now hissed with a cold. The thin long trees stood without leaves. The meadow was burnt to ashes. All that was green,was now black and grey. Whence came a fire so raged, In a moment sheer to consume All that was beautiful. Life is a beautiful fabric, Fair but sheer.