The Meadow

Covered in black ash.
Not a tree to envision.
No sun to light the path.
All warmth turned to ice.
No birds to sing a tune.
No heaven yet in sight.
A deep veil of tears.
Not a flower left to find.
Nor the moon to illuminate.
Eyes no longer see.
Hands cannot feel.
The tongue has lost all sense.
Nose has forgotten aroma.
Ears are blasted in silence.
No feeling to be felt.
No emotion left to endure.