THE PERFECT MELODY

 

 

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The air feels heavy,

laden with moisture.

Grey clouds hover

in the darkening sky.

The first raindrops arrive,

pounding on the rooftops

in a staccato melody of their own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

Rain washes our streets

and clears our minds,

preparing us for a new day.

ALONE WITH NATURE

 

 

Alone with nature,

a feeling like no other.

A sky filled with birds,

purple with the fading sun.

Sea breezes wrap around me,

cocooning me with their mist.

Life stands still for this picture,

a glimpse of heaven from above.

LAST TREE STANDING

 

 

I face the wind.

Each day I wait.

Time passes.

I wait for the world to change.

People come and go.

I cringe at the sounds of trees falling.

The cries of animals dying.

Monstrous structures replace the rolling hills.

Fewer trees dot the landscape.

Dirty water fills the ocean, rivers, and lakes.

Mankind has marked the world

in irreversible ways.

Stop before it’s too late.

I refuse to be the last tree standing.

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

thedeadgameblog: “ TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE Palm trees waving in the breeze. A taste of salt water in the air. Calm waters in blues and greens. Lush greenery as far as the eye can see. Too good to be true? Does a place like this exist? It does exist in...

 

 

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

Palm trees wave in the sea breeze.

A taste of salt water teases the air.

Shallow waves in blues and greens fan the shore.

Lush greenery as far as the eye can see.

Too good to be true?

Does a place like this exist?

It does exist in Oasis, Florida.

A small community nestled on the beach.

Brilliant white sand sparkles in the afternoon sun.

Tourists sunbathe beside the hotel’s pool.

But at night the climate changes.

Gone is the feeling of peace and serenity.

Gone are the warm trade winds.

Instead, the cold winds bring dark shadows.

The Dead have come to Oasis.

THE DEAD GAME

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