I soared across,
In the twinkling twilight,
Observing, staring, inspecting,
At the bright blazing bursts,
That lay glistening beneath me.

I circled around,
Floating in the blissful breeze,
But now the glowing fire below had been replaced,
By a frail aged texture,
Rough like a rusty ancient gate.

Gazing at this transformation,
From emerald green grown to golden,
As I sat perched on this magnificent creation,
Admiring the beauty it possessed.

Feeling a heart sinking sensation,
Like something had reached its extent,
A monster of wind roared forcefully,
And instant spirals of glittering and gleaming grace,
Tumbled and crashed to a carpet of dirt,
Silent to the surroundings.

For weeks I valued its rich qualities,
Why did it admit defeat?
Now buried below in the depths of the Earth,
All forgotten,
Rejected and neglected.

Gazing at this transformation,
From emerald green grown to golden,
As I sat perched on this magnificent creation,
Admiring the beauty it possessed.

When on the creation,
I treasured its presence,
Now whisked away into gloomy shadows,
Light fading,
Careless creatures dismissing its powerless talent.

Reminiscing the great transformation,
From emerald green grown to golden,
As I sat perched on this creation,
I stopped admiring the beauty it once possessed.