Jade Banks

The bell rang,
Flowers bloom,
The dragon sang,
And everything is doomed.

Flowers dried out,
Heavy rain fell,
Every organism pout,
Nothing is well.

The volcano erupted,
Lava covered the plains,
The trees are busted,
All felt pain.

The sun shone,
Freezy wind blow,
The flower stands alone,
And will never glow.

Petals are blown,
Will never be mold,
The wind moans,
And the flower fold

By Noemi, Feb 2015
Source: HelloPoetry