Little Girl World

Beneath the gray sky, flocks of birds scatter in every direction.

Fireflies trail halos of light like lost souls.

The wind stirs the tall grass, sweeping past me more vividly than usual.

Gray smoke blurs the distant city, and everything around me loses its color.

The world is left with only hazy silhouettes.

Whether you or I, one day we will wither away like decaying leaves in the shadows.

Only by striking the darkness with thunder.