Lost

For Stormy's Poetry Contest

It sits crumbling to the ground,
lost, lost for all time,
the valley sits quietly will it never be found

Isolated and destroyed for no reason
the moss and birds the only inhabitents
lost,lost for all time
not noticing the changing of the season

It crumbles to the ground never to glow
with the life it once knew.
Isolated on an island
A place the wind will not blow

The ash and smoke rise high
no one to see it thus
but the birds up high
A once green land destroid
by one quick blast