It Is No More Poem by freya Wood

What was once, it is no more,
It is all gone, not like before.

The trees that were, they are now dead,
They look as if, they have been bled,
The grass that was, green and bright,
Is now brown, it’s lost its light,
The creatures, they did run and play,
Then darkness came, they ran away,
The breeze that blew, the leaves around,
Made the people, fall to the ground.

So what was once, it is no more,
It all is gone, not like before.