METAMORPHOSIS

The sky was dark, and the roads felt barren

The wind blew its way, into the quiet night

The trees motioned in a rough and harsh way

The leaves escaped from their firm grip, and lay on the ground

The houses were ignorant to the chaos, owing to the locked windows

The birds flapped their wings, to a smoother blue

And then the dark blue turned a bright yellow

Embracing the trees and birds with its brightness

There was hope, there was a ray

It felt weird

It felt warm

It felt like the weather,

Experienced a metamorphosis